A bland sandwich

2007-06-06T20:56:04Z

The plan was a solid one, Philip thought to himself. Cynthia had assured him that such was the case.

Still, there was a hint of uncertainty in his mind. Philip had served his employer for years, since the end of the war. He’d been a loyal servant and his employer had always treated him well.

Unfortunately, the opportunity presented to Philip proved too good not to take.

But first, the sandwich. The same as always – turkey and havarti on rye. A bland sandwich, for sure, but his employer was, if nothing else, a bland individual.

Philip paused ever so slightly before reaching into the back of the cupboard, his hand groping amongst the bags of sugar and various spices. He knew what he was looking for, but his hand couldn’t seem to find it.

Promise

2007-03-16T16:01:49Z

It was standing there on the side of the road that I realized what had to be done. I took one last look over my shoulder at the road behind me, realizing full well what it would mean to turn back.

For the longest time, I had struggled with what taking this job meant in the Grand Scheme of my life and Things in general. It wasn’t an easy job, but then, we don’t often do things because they are easy. I think Kennedy that said that.

It’d been a long night, and the sun was burning off what little fog remained hanging low over the mountains. It was the dawn of a new day.

And with that came a certain degree of promise.

The job might not have gone exactly to plan, but it was time to collect. Shaking off whatever guilt or doubt I might’ve had, I hopped back into the car, turned the key, and drove on.

My employer was not going to be pleased.

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A bland sandwich

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