This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“The first and best apple pie I ever ate was in this diner.”
“Really? I thought Grandma’s was your favorite.”
I scowled in confusion.
“My dear, Lily got her first job here when she was only sixteen. I came every day. She made the apple pies herself from her mother’s recipe.”
“You married her for her pie,” I laughed.
I pretended not to see his eyes mist up.
Grandpa had us, but I knew he was lonely these days. He still comes to the diner every day.
Memories, I suppose.
But now he orders only coconut cream pie.