‘Do you see that old building there?’ Don nodded eagerly to his Grandmother’s question. ‘Si, Abuelita! I do.’
‘That was where I met your abuelo for the first time.’
‘Wow! What was he doing?’
Abuela had a wan smile over her wrinkled visage, ‘He was stealing bread from that deli.’
‘Ha! That’s funny.’ Don had a funny look, ‘Abuela, what is a deli?’
‘Delis were places where you could eat food.’
‘Hmmm! I’ve never been to any place to eat.’
‘Yes! Those places exist only on your mobile phones these days.’
Written in response to the picture prompt provided by Jean L. Hayes for the weekly Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. To read other entries please click here.
L.E.R.T 
Sweet tale Varad
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I’m surprised that they aren’t texting each other.
Good dialogue.
Randy
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Very unexpected last line.
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The state of things to come. Department stores are going. Are food establishments next?
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Very futuristic, although I hope just a tale!
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Lovely misdirection in your story. We look for the twist to be something to do with the theft of bread, and then you pivot on a sixpence…Nice story, Varad
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The logical (and inevitable?)consequences of digital migration. Malls are already emptying out. This may be the next step.
Funny,I think a hundred years ago or so, we also got much of what we needed, delivered in packages,from remote locations.
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Sadly so, I fear.
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Nice conversation between Grandma and Don. May be together they can go inside the Deli and enjoy a meal.
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Those were the days! Deli-lightful!
My FriFic tale!
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That would be a sad reality, for sure.
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Clever last line – so unexpected. Loved this!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Only on your phone! At least those days haven’t come yet!
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*Applause* true story
Memories
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Soon we won’t have to leave our houses at all!
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Oh man. A world without delis. Talk about dystopia!
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The times they are a-changing, that’s for sure
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Reading this in Bob Dylan’s voice. Where’s that harmonica?
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Haha the things we learn abo0ut our grandparents. They were young once too 🙂
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Dear Varad,
Timely tale. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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