Flash Fiction #722 -- Carrots

 

I worked in the castle kitchens, running errands and dicing carrots.  I despise carrots.  So, of course, I had inherited my grandmother's bright orange hair and fiery temper -- and her name, Carrot Top. If I'd ever had another name, no one remembered it, including me. 

At seventeen, I saved a visiting lord's life.  His personal cook warned about his onion allergy. He watched us like a hawk.

I saw him drop small pieces of onion onto the roast.

My warning saved Lord Skycrest.  I got a new name.  I am Ginger now.  I am also training to be a cook.