Grammy’s Tomato Soup

I laid on the bed, staring out the window as the sun started to set. It was all I could bear to do. I saw him in everything. When I closed my eyes, his lopsided smile lit up his eyes. When I went outside, the sun was the warmth of his hand in mine. I blinked and a tear slid down my cheek, brushing the exact spot of the last kiss he gave me. My stomach knotted and I remembered that I hadn’t eaten.

“Don’t come in here trying to infect everyone with your melancholy, Jo Lynn. I’ve had about enough.” Grammy scolded me without even looking up from the large pot on the stove.

“But I loved him, Grammy. I’ll never love anyone else the way I loved him as long as I live. He was the one. You just don’t understand.” I plopped down at the table, sighing heavily. I couldn’t go any farther.

“Oh, I reckon I understand well enough,” she smiled. “You just need some a’ Grammy’s tomato soup. It’ll cure what ails ya.” She sat down a bowl on the table.

“Grammy… there is no cure. I feel like I’m gonna die,” I groaned.

“Jo, take your soup out on the porch. It’s a little chilly, so put on your sweater first.” I started to complain, but she cut me off. “Just go. I have a feeling that a little fresh air is just what you need.”


I was only halfway through my soup when I saw him. His dark hair fell just into his eyes and he would shake his head in the cutest way to get it back out. He pulled his sweatshirt off, his hair sticking up all over, and carried another box into the house across the street. I went back inside.

“Grammy, I’m gonna go take a shower.” A smile crept across my face as I passed her.

“See? I knew a little a’ Grammy’s tomato soup would make you feel better…”


-333 words written for the Trifecta prompt for Week 69: use the third definition of the word “infect” in your 33-333 word piece.

Infect: 3a : contaminate, corrupt <the inflated writing that infects such stories>  
b : to work upon or seize upon so as to induce sympathy, belief, or support <trying to infect their salespeople with their enthusiasm>

26 Replies to “Grammy’s Tomato Soup”

  1. deanabo says:

    This reminds me of my great grandma. Such a terrific story.

  2. Misky says:

    Lovely story, and I enjoyed it ever so much!

  3. Sightsnbytes says:

    Great write. One crit, I would have used ‘bear’ rather than ‘bare’. I liked the reference to ‘Grammy’, as that was the name we called our grandmother, God rest her soul. I never seen this blog before, think I shall have a look around.

  4. Sabra Bowers says:

    I like the ending for your story. Love flash fiction. Well done.

  5. Wonderful. Couldn’t help smiling at the wonderful end.

  6. Sandra says:

    A really nice piece with a feel good ending. Well done,

  7. Christine says:

    Love, love, love the teen angst here. “I’ll never love anyone else the way I loved him as long as I live.” I’m fairly certain I said this way back when. Most likely more than once. 🙂

  8. Draug419 says:

    Grandmas know best (:

  9. joetwo says:

    That soup is powerful stuff!

  10. kymminbarcelona says:

    Oh, the things that grandmothers know! Sweet.

  11. Kitty says:

    Nice story. I guess grammy does know the cure for a broken heart after all.

  12. Sini says:

    that was a good story

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