Ashes to Ashes

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”

  1. 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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