An unpalatable act – Friday Fictioneers

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts Friday Fictioneers.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.  Please note the word limit, though!  No more than 100.  Believe me, sticking to it is great exercise for the creative brain!

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

An unpalatable act

The Canada Dry bottles on the counter took me straight back to my childhood.  My grandmother sold those drinks in the café she ran at a golf course. 

 The golfers filled her tables and their appreciative comments rang in the air. They loved the sponge cakes and apple pies she baked for them and always came back for more.

 The café thrived for many years until the owner decided to replace my grandmother with vending machines.  The loss of the business, social life and income diminished her.  She quickly became tired and old.

 Within 6 months, the café had closed.


29 thoughts on “An unpalatable act – Friday Fictioneers

    1. Thank you. It’s such a pity when someone has a ‘bright idea’ and implements it without doing a proper analysis of what is actually happening in a particular situation. As you have observed, it can have a destructive and tragic impact.

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    1. Your comment touched my heart. You understand my grandmother’s input into the café so well and have a strong empathy with her feelings when she witnessed the dismantling of all her efforts. I’m so sorry to learn that you had a similar experience with your bistro.


    1. Thank you for your comment and your question. Grandma had the loving support of her family but she felt she had lost her independence and her ‘joie de vivre’. She found her life lacked purpose and she didn’t have the energy or enthusiasm to replace the café with another venture.

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  1. This one brought back wonderful memories for me. My grandmother really did have a cafe–Millie’s Diner–in western Minnesota. The truckers and policemen came early for her homemade cinnamon rolls. Her recipe has lived in our family for what is now the fourth generation. She never had any leftover rolls –and they couldn’t be replaced by a vending machine.

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