Knuckle SandwichA Story by JP thinks the WC is aptly namedAn unusual piece of five-minute fictionAnything can be a weapon, this I learned the hard way. If only I'd had the breath and the composure, I would have laughed when he used it against me. But behind the absurd threat of a brandished Subway sandwich, was a deadly serious hand, which closed as it approached, so the sandwich was half smeared, half punched into my face.
I could taste it all right - honey oat bread, chicken, generous olives, tomatoes and pickles - in fact everything was on it, including gouts of blood. And in the instant he withdrew his fist, with mayonnaise-covered tassles of lettuce still clinging to his knuckles, I pictured a squeezy bottle of blood on the counter. Then I pictured a metal trough, overflowing with teeth, through the deli counter glass.
'Southwest sauce' I shout back at him. 'I always have southwest sauce.' Then at last we do fall about giggling. But clearly it's not a sandwich I'll be ordering again.
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Added on October 13, 2008 Last Updated on October 13, 2008 AuthorJP thinks the WC is aptly namedA place submerged in alcohol, where one must breathe through straws, United KingdomAboutIS SEVERELY FUCKED OFF THAT THIS SITE APPEARS TO HAVE MURDERED HIS WRITING YET AGAIN! Five Minute FictionOct 1, 2008 - Dec 1, 2008 Science Fiction, babyApr 4, 2008 - Jul 4, 2008 In my beginning.. more..Writing
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