The Empty Cupboard

His pantry held two kilos of chocolate, two kilos of coffee, two bottles of mezcal. 

The chocolate ground with almonds, cinnamon, and sugar and pressed into discs the size of silver dollars.

The coffee grown in the shade by people who preferred the language of their ancestors to that of the Spanish invaders.

The mezcal distilled from wild magueys in small batches by gray-haired masters in villages beyond the reach of paved roads.

He’d eat and drink little else in his few remaining days. Life had been sweet. He wanted to leave it with his favorite tastes in his mouth.


Published Monday 2/14/22 in Microfiction Monday.

Photo by Miguel Pinto on Unsplash. Prompt: Sometimes good things must end, even when you don’t want them to.


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