Synopsis Of Sandwich: A Novel Novels & Stories

xoxo 💗 I got out of bed and I had the strangest feeling . I got cleaned up, changed the bedding , went downstairs and found a sealed sandwich. It had Clara written all over it because it was wrapped in white sandwich paper and zip locked in a sandwich bag . I opened it and had a bite ; it tasted crunchy and juicy mid eating my sandwich I called my honey suckle. She picked up on the first ring. "I'm on my way home honey bee. You've been out for a while now ."

She was the one who'd set a coffee on my desk that morning without being asked. "Just a sandwich." She didn't quite meet my eyes. "I hope you can pull it off." She winced at herself. "Good luck." She left before I could answer. Turkey and cheese on slightly soggy wheat bread. At that point it tasted like a five-star miracle. The office was dark and empty except for my desk lamp. The building hummed the way empty buildings do at night. I was alone. But the warmth of that sandwich settled behind my ribs and stayed.

Soon It was just us and the sandwich laying waste at a corner and my attention was fully consumed by the beauty in her strength and unwavering confidence in how she stood up for me. While I wished to remain lost in the moment, my stomach let out a loud growl as if reminding me of it's needs. I instantly put my hand around it, chuckling awkwardly in embarrassment as I inwardly begged the ground to open up and swallow me. “Here”, said Elena with a kind smile, handing me a freshly baked sandwich. “sandwiches seem to be your favourite”.

“A sandwich, it is.” One of his drivers took us into town and dropped us off so we could walk the rest of the way, moving down the cobblestone street as others passed on foot or bicycle. We reached the little sandwich shop, a hole-in-the-wall but a famous spot, and we each got a huge sandwich we would never finish. We sat at a small table outside, pigeons dropping down whenever a crumb got loose. My father took a big bite then wiped his mouth with a napkin.

I know you must be thinking I am crazy cherishing a bruise like it was a hickey but diary you don't know what all love can make you do. Especially when it is a long lost one and has no future. He is expensive...I know.......I am rubbish under his feet...but when he touches me he changes this rubbish into gold. Well that's enough I won't bore you with his talks again like I do every night I will tell you something else... Like today I had a sandwich!! It was expensive...but worth it Those left over foods are so bad and not to forget those stale breads. A hot filled toasted sandwich felt so good.

Oh Goddess, if he knew how much I wanted to lose myself in those arms. My stomach growled, pulling me from my fantasies and breaking the awkward silence between us. The blood flows to my cheek as I shyly approach the kitchen island to make myself a food plate. I add a slice of bread first and then tower brisket, bacon, cheese, a little bit of salad, jalapeno slices, and topping it off with another piece of bread. Matthew stares at me the whole time, making my blood boil, but I do my best to ignore him. Sitting on the tall chair, I devour my sandwich, thinking what else I can eat next.

He was afraid that Sienna would get suspicious, so he trotted after her and gasped, “Miss Sienna, you walk too fast!” Sienna stood still in place and waited for him to catch up to her before stepping into the signature sandwich shop. It was 2.00 PM now, and there were not many customers in the sandwich shop at this time. Sienna found a seat next to the wall and sat down. After that, she told the child, who was looking around in front of her, “You can order whatever you want to eat.” “Okay.” He then pointed at a sandwich with egg and bacon on the menu.

It takes a second for the implications to register and before I can warn him, his teeth sink into the confectionary. It takes only two bites before his face sours and he spits it out. “What the…”He begins looking down at it like its alien goop dripping don his arm.” “That’s Xena’s Sandwich.” I say interrupting him right before he makes a snarky comment on the food. There’s a reason why the bag had remained untouched unlike everything else. “Why does it taste like dirt?” he yells out despite my whispering “Silas… be nice.” I chide him squarely with a firm gaze.

Nuts, an assortment of cheeses and a variety of sandwiches, cut into triangles. “You boys need to eat” she said, taking a set beside Jay and picking up a sandwich. I didn’t need to be told twice, I took a large bite of the sandwich and practically moaned. CeCelia had not inherited her mother’s gift of cooking, unfortunately. Even her sandwiches were otherworldly. Jay had a giant smile and a face full of food and Mike was not far behind him, I glanced at the Luna who was daintily eating her sandwich, a smile on her face as she watched her food being enjoyed.

“I’m just… me. What could you possibly want?” He paused in the doorway, his voice lower now, rougher. “Because the world out there ruins people like you.” And then he was gone. The door didn’t lock. The sandwich sat there, untouched. The tea had gone cold. I stared at both for a long time before finally picking up the sandwich. “Just one bite,” I whispered to myself. Just to think. Just to keep my strength. That’s all. Right?