The Sandwich

This is perhaps more a fragment of a story, as it hints at larger things, but it still forms a complete little story in itself.

This story is dated 2:59 AM, June 11, 2003, Arizona time (MST).


THE SANDWICH

I was hungry, so I picked up a sandwich at a deli along the way, and ate while driving.

After each bite, a little hand came out of the sandwich and dabbed my lips with a little handkerchief.

After the last bite, the little hand came out of my mouth and dabbed my lips again.

It was a good sandwich.