“You know where we should go tonight?” I asked my wife. We were visiting the town we grew up in, dated, married, and lived for a few years before moving away around forty years ago.
“Bob’s Big Boy,” she said, a sparkle in her eyes. We used to go there back in the day. We’d go there for coffee and to share one of their famous hot fudge ice cream cake desserts.
We hopped in our car and drove to where our local Bob’s was located. We were excited. But when we pulled up, what we saw broke our hearts.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt, photo credit: Carole Erdman-Grant.