Becoming a chef and owning his own bistro was something Alfredo had always dreamt of. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in passion. He knew he would have to wing it, and if there were bad reviews he’d just bat them away.
Specialising in Italian food, Alfredo’s soon became THE place to visit if you fancied a bite. His mushroom carbonara was divine, and better yet, the lasagna was to die for.
So if you’re in town, do yourself a bloody favour and head to Alfredo’s.
Just don’t ask for a side of garlic bread.
This flash fiction/short story, call it what you will, was written for Friday Fictioneers.
Thanks to Rochelle as ever for hosting, and Todd Foltz for this week’s photo prompt. Click here to read this week’s stories from other writers around the world.
(Apologies if this is a bit messy this week, I’m attempting to do all this from an iPad rather than a laptop – if it works it opens up some great creative possibilities!)
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