Annie had never been in a Chinese grocery store. She clung to Mommy’s hand in the crowded aisles.
“So many kinds of rice!” said Mommy. “I don’t know. . . “
The short Chinese man beamed up at Mommy and offered his help.
“My husband is Chinese. His parents are coming to visit and I don’t know what to give them for supper!”
“Ah, Missus, come!” He led her to the exit, pointing to the American grocery store. “You make the nice pot roast, mash potato, gravy. Apple pie, ice cream. Tomorrow, ask his mother to help make husband’s favorites!”
I don’t usually struggle to stay within 100 words, but my first draft of this story was 153 words, and NONE of them could be cut! Well, yes they could! Fifty-three words gone, and the story is still there 🙂