It All Tastes Like Ketchup
Flash Fiction
2 min readSep 3, 2023
He had bought hot sauce on a whim. He was more of a ketchup man, but the packaging looked so bold. Now it sat in the caddie in the centre of the table, alongside the salt ’n’ pepper, and a yellowing napkin, unopened and untouched.
He flicked through old photos on his phone. His Grade 8 graduation, that fishing trip to Vermont. A hand, hairier than it was in the…
