Fiction

(Fiction) Delikatessen

100-word flash fiction

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When they shut down the delicatessen, everything went with it. No rye bread in this town. Cold cuts all just shrink-wrapped ham. I’d have to learn to make knödel by hand if I wanted them, now.

I missed my grandmother’s funeral while away on business. The German roots of this village all greyed and falling out. Nothing but…