Pink Sandwich Novels & Stories

Nothing, this is three and you should know everyone in town prefer a home delivery" "Uhm.. okay I will love to have a sandwich,maybe two" he said while he glance at Darcie "What kind?? "Err... pastrami,and make it thick together with chips" "Rye?? "Noo wheat" he said and walk uploaded to Darcie "I order for pastrami sandwich on wheat" he said but Darcie didn't bulge but continue to glance towards the front of the store The woman came and serve them " Here's your sandwiches and a carton of milk " she said and left

Soon, we were at the front of the line. "Hello, what can I get you today?" the cashier greeted me. I looked behind her at the massive chalkboard menu and ordered, "I'll have the Big Kahuna pastrami sandwich with a side of broccoli cheddar soup, please." "And for you, miss?" the cashier asked Evelyn. "I'll have the Reuben with a side of potato salad," Evelyn said with a smile. Evelyn slid her card to the cashier, and I said, "You don't have to buy my lunch."

"Okay, ma'am. I will." Adira packed up her things and stood up with her bag. She was walking away and was headed for the exit when something from one of the glass shelves gripped her attention. She retraced her steps, and her eyes beamed when she confirmed it was a pastrami sandwich—her favorite! There were other sandwiches on the shelf, but the pastrami was just one piece, and this made Adira more interested. It was her favorite, any time, any day. "Hey, I want the pastrami sandwich," she called out to one of the waitresses, who turned to her immediately with a smile.

Bea said as she sat down beside Hana and get a grape. “Really? Is it like a private jet?” Aiko asks, making Autumn glared at her. “Hey, that’s a little bit over the line” Bea smiles and shakes her head. “It’s ok, and yes, we’re riding a private jet,” Bea said, grabbing the sandwich that she let the maids make. It’s MJ’s favorite sandwich. She let the maids make it as she wanted to know if MJ will remember something. The sandwich recipe is from her mother, they just redid it but never been perfect.

“Let’s have a good day. No sad stories.” The waitress sat their tea and sandwiches down in front of them. “Oh, my, goodness.” Marian stared at the huge stacked Reuben. “I’ll need a knife and a box. Half of this is going home.” “I brought my cooler. It’ll keep the pie and sandwich from spoiling. I put in lots of ice. Dirk said I couldn’t come home unless I bring a whole pie with me.” “Great. Let me see if I can open my mouth wide enough to eat this half.” “Give me a break. I’ve seen how wide your mouth can go when you holler at

Denver muttered. "Oh, shut up and take some pie to your sweetheart." Crystal boxed up a slice of cherry and added it to the bag before handing it across the counter. "How do you know that's where I'm going?" "Because you ordered the grilled mac and cheese sandwich with curly fries, which is what she always orders." "So does half the town. It's your best-selling sandwich." "Yeah, but the rest of the town doesn't make you smile." Realizing he was grinning like the damned Cheshire Cat, Denver pokered up. Crystal just smirked at him. Time to go.

“So I got turkey, PB&J, and ham. Condiments are all on the side.” “I'm a PB&J kind of girl, but turkey is a good second,” I said choosing one of the plastic wrapped sandwiches. “This looks wonderful. Thank you.” “You are very welcome. I guess that means more ham and cheese sandwiches for me,” he replied with a grin. He picked a ham sandwich up and immediately squirted four packets of mustard onto the bread. I raised my eyebrows and gave the sandwich a sidewise look. It was a lot of mustard. He shrugged. “What? I like mustard.”

“Help yourself to them. Have as many as you want.” Kalen wandered over to the table, eyeing the plate that was stacked high with sandwiches. They weren't anything fancy. Some of them were smoked ham and a blend of spicy, melted cheese. Others were a type of club sandwiches that consisted of smoked ham, fresh lettuce and tomatoes, melted cheese, and spicy mayo. “Did you make these?” He asks. “I helped papa make some of them.” I answered, “He made most of them.” A frown made its way to his face.

Charlotte POV: I munched happily on my sub as I half listened to the conversation that went on around me. This "cold cut" as they called it, is delicious. My ears perked at the sound of the loud crunches of the sandwich being eaten by me. I could taste everything. The slightly toasted bread, a mixture of chopped lettuce and sliced pickles, ham, salami, bologna, and the strange substance that they call mustard. I sadly gulped the chewed mess in my mouth, one of my now empty hands reached towards my favorite drink of all time. After I gulped down the sweet yellow drink, I turned my attention to the plate of brownies.

“I just didn’t even think about my name needing to be on the pack’s stuff and joining our accounts. I also have my own credit card.” Ethan didn’t answer as Carol came back with our drinks. “I’ll give you guys some more time.” She smiled warmly before walking away. “What’s good here?” I asked, as Damon was making his way back. Leaning forward, I started looking over the menu. “I love their open face beef sandwich, but that might not be a good choice for today.” Damon said, as he looked back to see where Callie was. “I don’t care how hot it is, their hot ham sandwich’s are to die for.” Ethan said.