She poured dosa batter, spreading it with decades of muscle memory, her hand steady.

“One more?” I nodded silently, helping myself to more coriander chutney over the sound of sizzling oil.

This was our shared solace after his memories were spread dosa-thin by the days, until he forgot us altogether.

Rani Jayakumar lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her family. She has contributed to Honeyguide Magazine, Ab Terra Flash Fiction, and 100 word stories, among others.