For the Love of Bacon

Everyone wants to eat bacon, even waffles
Flash Fiction By: Christina Banks

A single tear slid down Amber’s cheek as she watched the truck speed away. She turned from the window, slumped in the chair, and stared at her empty hands. Mike hadn’t even waved goodbye.

Over and over, the scenes from breakfast played in her mind. She relived each excruciating moment, from preparing the oatmeal until her husband stormed from the house. Amber swiped at her tears and picked up the phone.

“Hey, Baby Girl, I was just thinking about you.” At Patti’s cheerful greeting, Amber began to sob. “What’s going on?”

“I want to go home,” Amber finally choked out.

“But you are home, Sweet Pea. Mike’s your family now.”

“He left me.” The sting of his rejection ached. It had been the first time in their marriage Mike hadn’t kissed her goodbye.

“He’ll be back. He loves you.”

“He loves bacon more.”