The bread was just squishy sandwich bread, probably purchased at the day old bread store. Transformed by heat and a thin layer of mayonaisse, perfectly golden brown and steaming, I could see the unnaturally yellow cheese oozing out from between the layers of toasted bread.
The first bite unleashed a string of cheese that led from my chin back to the plate, the second bite added dribbles of the Campbell’s Tomato Soup into which I’d dipped the sandwich. The drizzling rain continued outside, but my heart and belly were warmed by this comfort food.
The prompt: Conjure. Writing short posts is an excellent way to flex your word choice muscles. Which word is the most clear? Poignant? Direct? This week I want you to conjure something. An object, a person, a feeling, a color, a season- whatever you like. But don’t tell me what it is, conjure it.