Pink Sandwich Novels & Stories

"Apparently they can. This hits the spot, better than any deli I've tried downtown. The bacon was a genius addition; it adds just the right smokiness without overpowering everything." Over the meal, we chatted about the worst sandwiches we'd ever encountered, turning the conversation into a light-hearted exchange of stories. "Mine was this bizarre peanut butter and pickle concoction I tried as a kid," I confessed, wrinkling my nose at the vivid memory of the crunchy, sour pickles clashing with the creamy peanut butter on white bread. "Thought it sounded adventurous and bold, but it was a complete disaster. The flavors fought each other, and I ended up with a stomachache, but I ate the whole

They're worried loud, together. Hunters don't do together. Hunters do formation. "Sandwich?" The teenager has abandoned her post to work the crowd with a tray. "There's ham and cheese or there's Petey's, and I'm legally required to warn you about Petey's." "What's in Petey's?" "Nobody knows. Only Petey knows. If you like the roof of your mouth, I’d take ham and cheese." She's already moving on. "He says the mystery is the flavor."

The first two buttons of her blouse were open from its collar, exposing her cleavage. "What's your best seller sandwich here?" He asked. "Chicken fillet sandwich with coleslaw salad in ranch sauce dressing." She answered him with a smile. "Sounds good. Okay, give me one and for my drinks, just orange juice." "Any addition, sir?" "No thanks, thank you." After getting his order, she turned herself back and walked over to the counter. While waiting for the food he ordered, Conrad took his mobile phone out of the pocket of his polo shirt.

We tried on every food stall, played every game, rode every carnival ride, and tried every activity there was to do. The night went by swiftly. Hade and I sat down on one of the park benches as we chewed on our hotdogs. I think I was too excited with my hotdog because I started choking. Hade immediately gave me the drink we bought with the hotdogs and I chugged shamelessly. I heard Hade chuckle and I glared at him. He smiled warmly in return. "I'll get you another drink, hang on," he said as he reached for the empty cup. He planted a quick kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

“Sure, sweetie. I’ll go grab that, and you take a look at the menu.” It felt so good to be out and around people again. People whose smiles were genuine. Erica, as her name tag read, set a cup down in front of me a minute later, drawing my attention from the menu. “Ready?” I nodded. “Can I get the buffalo chicken sandwich with blue cheese and extra buffalo sauce, with fries?” “Sure can. Anything else?” I scanned the menu. “Can I also get the steak sandwich, fries as well, please?” “Can do. That it?”

He passes them forward. Cheese and pickle for Max. Tuna for Tariq. Ham and butter for Saint. Halloumi for Chana. Roast beef for Ray. Chicken for Butcher. Egg for Oliver. Roasted vegetable for Dom. Smoked sausage for Jozef. Beef and horseradish for me. "Oba." "Yes, Oliver." "How did you remember everyone's sandwich?" "It’s what I do." "Procurement and sandwich logistics?" "All part of the same skill set."

"Done and done." Fifteen minutes later they were hugging at Potter Belly Sandwich Shop near the carved wood sign that read, Good Vibes, Great Sandwiches above a sweet store motto that ended with, We’re not just in your neighbourhood, we’re your neighbourhood sandwich shop. The place was small, and quaint and had some of the best lunch yummies for Joan’s money. The two friends ordered quickly and claimed one of the few tables they had. "You first!" Bonnie said, drinking a strawberry smoothie.

A second later I was on the phone with the guy placing my order. “Two large lattes … with two shots of… no three shots of espresso in each. And two of the bagel sandwiches.. the ones with all that good stuff on them.” I told him. “Good stuff?” He asked me. Shit. I couldn’t remember the name. “Erm.. hold one second. Jenny. What are the sandwiches called?” I asked Jenny who was currently still on the floor. “The flubiden..” she murmured. “Dlubiden???”

I declared, my pregnant taste buds dictating the oddest of combinations. He slightly shook his head, the corner of his mouth rising. “Alright, let me see what I can do.” A short while later, he returned with a plate, a proud grin on his face. “I present to you the masterpiece: the Peanut Pickle Sandwich Delight.” I burst into laughter at the sight. The sandwich towered with an impressive layer of peanut butter and an array of pickles. It was a work of art, at least to me. “Looks wonderfully made.” I grinned.

I chat with Gaia a little more as we eat our sandwiches. The cheese toasties here at Gail’s are the best—gooey, savory, and packed with flavor. Mine is a delicious mix of cheese, chicken, and kimchi. Gaia's is piled with salted beef, macaroni cheese, and pickles. “That’s not all,” Gaia whispers, focusing on her sandwich as a string of melted cheese hangs down to her plate. “Ansel is going to mark me.”