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I also wrote a short story upon hearing that flash fiction's becoming more popular in the Philippines. Yay. =)
Kathy: I think I can do the fountain now. Whee!
Today was no different. There the old man was, hefting the onions, examining them for defects. After choosing six plump onions, he would ask me to dice them and put them in a plastic bag. I always cried. Our manager told us to humor an old man's whimsy, but didn't explain further.
It was a slow Tuesday afternoon, and my curiosity got the better of me as I chopped the onions. "Excuse me, sir, but I've been wondering why..."
He looked around. Seeing no one else in the store, he turned to me. "Why I buy so many onions?"
I pulled a chair close and gestured. He settled into it, turning the uncut onions over and over in his hands. "My wife... She loved onion soup. We must've fought about it for thirty, forty years, but she always won. Who wants to eat onion soup every day? Her hands always smelled like onions, too."
"But now... I don't know how to make onion soup. I wish I could. I miss her."
With that, the old man gathered up the onions and left, tears streaming down his cheeks.
(in reply to flashxer prompt 2004.09.03: Love)