I felt the need yesterday to write a new story that did not involve Fairy Queens and Irish shenanigans… WIP. And I was also chopping onions for lunch. I must state at this point that this is a work of fiction and my own husband chops his own onions, does not have halitosis and is generous in the extreme…….

Onions by Sally Cronin

Olivia chopped the onion carefully, avoiding the cut on her knuckles from yesterday’s little escapade. She hated cutting onions, having tried every trick in the book to stop herself crying copiously onto the culprits in question. She had popped the handle of a silver spoon in her mouth and clenched it with her teeth, worn her son’s snorkelling mask, cut the onions under water in the sink, and had even frozen them for 20 minutes before attacking them with a very sharp knife. Which is why she…