Flash fiction #2: Flavors

Tasty.

After finishing her cup of coffee, something dropped in her mind. It was one of her father’s favorite flavors, which he shared with her almost every week, after the chemotherapy sessions. A surge of mixed memories swirled within her ā€“ both joyful and sad. With the memories are emotions. And she tried her best to contain them in her heart. It has been said that there is no more tragic than a separation. And it is true. There is no more tragic than being separated from someone you love.

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