Sandwiches with Love
Making the sandwiches before I go to bed is a tedious job, the hubby wants egg while the children want Jam, but they had Jam yesterday!
I really want to go to bed, I want snuggle up and sleep, not be stood here making sandwiches!
Pulling the slices out I remember to open them like a book, so they fit together! Why does it matter if their sandwiches aren’t symmetrical? Who checks their sandwiches? Other than hubby of course!
“Who made a bloody whole in the bread” I snap!
Until I notice the silent thank you and sign of love.
Photo courtesy of Kelvin M. Knight
It’s Friday fictioner’s time again, though this is written from my POV I often wonder what my hubby things about in an evening when he makes our packing ups! Especially now he has to make three sets and not two!
This was written as part of Friday Ficioners a weekly 100 word flash fiction challenge. That is hosted by Rochelle, so make sure you check out the other blogs.
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Aww this brought back memories of when all the kids were at school and what a lovely ending!
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Aw, how cute. Actually, I consider it a solemn duty to make pancakes for my grandchildren every other Saturday morning.
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A mom and wife’s small moments mean a lot in the morning. Well done!
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Awwww a happy meal! So lovely to show you care. Nicely narrated. 📝
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This is me, making my own sandwiches every night before work the next day!
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i’m lucky my husband does mine and the kids!!! The picture prompt made me think of him! Though I don’t think he’d be impressed if I made a whole in the bread though!
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That one just makes me smile. Brings back the memory of the first day of school every year when our police chief (sometimes foster dad) would pass me a simple brown bag out of the cruiser. Always and ever, it contained a sandwich… sausage with a scrambled egg and just a hint of mayo. When I got married, the morning of my wedding, he woke me up with a siren outside my window. I came out to see what he wanted, he handed me a simple brown bag with…whadda ya know… a sausage sandwich. Damn, but I miss those. No one makes them quite the same.
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sorry didn’t really know what else to write, so I sent a 🙂 instead
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Happens that way sometimes, don’t sweat it! 🙂 ❤
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Love this Claire. Though I have to admit, the rare occasions I have to make my kids a pack lunch, it’s definitely more thrown together than made with love.
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seriously, it wasn’t till I had kids that I even realised you are supposed to open bread like a book! I’d too give them it how ever it came!
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The detail about making the bread fit took me right back to all those sandwiches I made, year after year–with my own homemade bread, which can be far more irregular than store-bought. Great story.
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A lovely interpretation of the prompt. And the end of day exhaustion and frustration comes across really well, as does the smile when the heart appeared. Well done.
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So it’s not just me that insists slices of bread are opened book-style! I’ve been laughed at or that! A delightful tale indeed.
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Aw, this was a lovely take on the prompt.
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Dear Claire,
Lucky you are to have a husband who packs lunches. I enjoyed the story. You captured the weariness and tedium and then the twist of love at the end. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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