Short: The Perfect Sandwich

I was messing around looking at writing exercises on the internet when I saw one about the perfect sandwich. This is what I came up with for an extra short story.

The Perfect Sandwich

“I tried this burger, marinated in beer, on a pretzel roll with a fried egg. A fried egg!”

“I went to a place that lets you build your own burger. I got bacon, ham, 3 kinds of cheese, fried onions, lettuce and tomato.”

“And hopefully a week of salad for your colon. The best sandwich I ever had was grilled chicken on lightly toasted cibatta bread with bruschetta style tomatoes and a light basil pesto mayonnaise.”

“It was made with generic square shaped white bread so that when you cut it in half it was perfect triangles. The peanut butter was smooth. I’ve always hated nuts in my peanut butter. The texture is all wrong. The jelly was raspberry or strawberry, one of the red flavors. It didn’t have any fruit or seeds it in, very simple stuff. The proportions were perfectly even. Few things I’ve ever eaten tasted as good and simple and perfect as that sandwich.”

“What’s so special about a PB&J when you were a kid?”

“It was the last one my mother ever made. I wasn’t quite a teenager so my mom and I were still close, no adolescent angst to cock it all up. She made me the sandwich before the left to get some groceries. She never made it back from that trip. My last memory of her was making me the most perfect sandwich I’ll ever have. I’ve had burgers, melts, subs, and calzones but nothing will ever top that PB&J.”

“So what’s the weirdest ice cream flavor you’ve ever eaten?”