
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox
I knew from the moment I walked in, I would never leave and I would never eat anywhere else. Every meal was prepared right in front of my eyes with a smile and a nod. The chef and I never had a conversation as our languages were so diverse, so different, but over the course of time, we became friends with each shared moment. Each smile. The morning I arrived to find an empty parking lot full of burned timber and ashes, I was devastated. I began to search for my friends, hoping to help in their time of need.
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10 responses to “Ashes to Ashes”
I have friendships like that, that are mostly nonverbal communication. A nice story. Hopefully he can find them.
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A beautiful friendship up in smoke or at least the place where it started. Nice take on the prompt
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The place where a great friendship started ~ up in smoke. Hopefully, they can reunite.
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Very well-told story about intangibles that are so important to quality of life.
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A fine story with such a sad twist at the end
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Was it an accident, or were they moved on. Regular contact and visits to the same restaurant or hairdressers becomes a close friendship. An emotional situation reflected well in your story
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Excellent story. 🙂
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Oh! How sad! I hope his search is successful!
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I love these type friendships. So sad the restaurant burned down and hopefully he found his friends. Nice!
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I knew a restaurant like that…each meal was done right in front of us as well as fun drama. It felt like a meal and a show. Good story!
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