Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on April 9, 2022 by Jan Wilberg

The cookbook on the neighborhood swap site looked like the one she’d given her husband for their fifth anniversary.
A lot of people have the same cookbooks.
But with a romesco sauce stain on the cover?
It seemed improbable.
“Did you give away any cookbooks lately?”
“Lately? No. But I like to clear them out. Get rid of the clutter.”
“You gave the cookbook I gave you to a stranger and now it’s on the swap site for someone else to claim and it has an inscription that says, “I love you and your cooking forever?”
“It was a duplicate.”
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Category: 100 Word Stories, Writing

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