Luz stood in the foyer with her eyes closed, breathing the old smells, corn and beans and singed chiles, beer and smoke and sweat.
She smiled, remembering how Oscar had kept it a secret while he lined up the loans, how he’d led her in blindfolded.
It had been an empty room then, not much more than four walls with a stove in the corner, a few tables, some wire chairs.
Thirty-five years they’d been open, not counting the food stall at the market. They’d raised six children with two grandchildren so far.
Luz busied herself getting ready for lunch.
Loved the smells
With or without Oscar, the show must go on… Routine is what keeps some people running.
Sounds like she has been living her dream life.
Dear Josh,
Sounds like a life well-lived e un cuento bien escrito.
Shalom,
Rochelle
No matter what happens, people have to eat. A touching story.
What a wonderful feel-good story, Josh. This is a family-owned restaurant ;-)
Oscar’s a keeper, and so is Luz. When it’s right, it’s right.
Beautiful story of commitment and hard work.
Poignant story! Smells, sounds, the back of someone’s head. These certainly work on me! Nicely done!
As someone who started and ran a restaurant for many years, I really can relate to this lovely story.
Lovely story. Great take on the prompt.