This is a story for Sunday Photo Fiction, https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/07/23/sunday-photo-fiction-july-23rd-2017. It was prompted by the photo below, kindly provided by our host, Al Forbes.
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© A Mixed Bag 2009
Three Little Words
Greg had reached the pinnacle of his profession. Now he was retiring, it seemed apt that he should treat his family and friends to dinner at the top of the London Eye. It was costing more than he would have dared to charge at his own Michelin-starred restaurants, but it was Mum’s 90th birthday, so hang the expense.
“You’ve come a long way from cooking breakfasts at your parents’ B&B,” his best friend told him, as the dessert plates were cleared.
“Not really. Their place was on the Central Line.”
“Spare me the false modesty. You’ve trained everywhere and opened restaurants in Paris, New York and Cape Town. You didn’t rest till you got 3 stars at the London place.”
“I thought you would have cooked for us tonight.”
“I’ve hung up the hat. Anyway, I baked something.”
At Greg’s signal the head waiter unveiled a magnificent cake, cut a generous slice and put it before Greg’s mother. She took a piece on her fork, placed it in her mouth and chewed slowly.
“What do you think, Mum?” Greg asked.
“I’ve tasted better.”
The capsule began its slow descent. It would reach the ground fifteen minutes after Greg’s self-esteem.