Flash Fiction #163

Preserves

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Lord, it’d been five years, and she still missed her Grandma.  She had loved Grandma, and Grandma had loved her, and all the other grandkids. 

Grandma’s love had seemed to be wrapped in food – homemade candy and cookies, turkey and stuffing and gravy – all the good stuff.  These were the last of her carefully rationed jars of Grandma’s dill pickles.  If only she’d thought to get Grandma to teach her how to make them.

She could buy pickles at the store, but none tasted as good, and certainly none of them held the care and love that Grandma put in.

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Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.

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20 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #163

  1. neilmacdon says:

    This is written with real love. I like “Grandma’s love had seemed to be wrapped in food”

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  2. thebestwritingguy says:

    Beautiful I really enjoyed it✋

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  3. A lovely thing to be remembered for. Delightful

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  4. I loved this and empathised a great deal. There are so many dishes my mother cooked which I didn’t bother to note at the time and will never be able to reproduce. Nicely done!

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Mothers, and Grandmothers, often cooked ‘organically’, with a pinch of this, and a dash of that, knowing by feel and smell, when it was right.
      Even with some instruction, my wife has spent 40 years duplicating my Mother’s Scottish shortbreads. 🙂

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  5. BrainRants says:

    This is really well-done, Archon. Good treatment of bittersweet loss, mitigated by something rationed as a diminishing reminder. Yet, not overwrought with obvious emotion. 10/10

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  6. granonine says:

    Really sweet and tender story. Well done.

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  7. jillyfunnell says:

    A lovely word picture. My late mother often made a wonderful pudding called Dutch apple cake. I never thought to ask her how she made it taste so delicious and I have never been able to quite recreate it.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Even if you can’t recreate Mom’s Dutch apple cake, perhaps there’s something that you make well, and can pass to younger generations. I decry and deplore the loss of quantity and quality of home food making with the increase of eating out, and commercially prepared food. I saw a man with a $12 tray of vegetables at Costco, today. Go home and cut up some carrots, cucumbers and cauliflower yourself for a quarter of the cost.

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  8. Dale says:

    Showing your mushy side – I like it 😉
    So many memories are wrapped in food, eh? Loved this…

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  9. pennygadd51 says:

    I like your take on the prompt, picking up on the jars rather than the bird. You give us a warm portrait of a loving grandmother.

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