Ashley was eager so Owen made enchiladas.
Enchiladas were Ashley’s favorite. It was something about the way the cheese, onions and tortillas meshed into a single entity. Baked in an oven for 45 minutes, but for all we know, a lifetime.
At 3am, while the second helpings began to digest, the phone rang. It was Ashley’s father with bad news.
“Ash, it’s your father. She’s gone, baby.”
Owen sat up in bed when Ashley turned on the light.
“Everything, oka…?” He knew otherwise.
Owen embraced her and whispered her favorite recipe into her ear as she hung up the phone.
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Title by: B
Story by: Jason Curtis
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