Sandwhich- Daily Object Writing – Sept 14

Sep 14th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily Writing
The passengers were all squashed in, holding their baggish condiments on loose arms or  propping them up on tired knees. They all seemed to wear a different paste on their foreheads. complexions that tasted of the day’s events. The snappily dressed finance sector employee had had a good day on the markets so he was wearing a mustard grin between sourdough lips. The shop assistant on the other hand had a crap day and her  face spoke of too many balsamic vinegar moments – overdone. 

Each of them was heading home to a different sort of life and household. Some to a ham off the bone lifestyle like our friend from money world and some to  a slightly over cooked boiled egg existence – all tough in the middle. For most, the day had been as colourless as plastic sliced bread bought from the supermarket, but for others it had been filled with nutty grainy lumps of multi-grain interest, easy to swallow.

As the train munched its way through the tunnel thoughts turned to the assortment of fillings people would sandwhich into the rest of the day; the sporting commitments, running the children to music classes, studying the stock market, watching television etc etc. Each a part of the greater meal of life they were all indulging in. And tomorrow would be another fresh baked morning smelling of promise and for some the promises would become realities, for others just another slow munch through another plastic wrapped soggy sandwhich of a day.

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