At the Italian Restaurant

My father wanted to get a bottle of Chianti to share but Jon, my husband of two months, said red wine would be better with the Beef Braciole.

“Good idea,” my father said. “That’s what we’ll do.”

For a moment, no longer than that, I loved my father again.     

About the author

Jane Snyder’s stories have appeared in Lunate, Runcible Spoon, and X-Ray Lit. She lives in Spokane.