(Author’s note: A couple things to add this time.
First, I’d like to welcome a new person to the link-world of Music And Fiction. My good friend Sarah Kim does a special music blog, called My Music Canvas, where she features lots of different music from all over. She’s an incredible musical soul, and someone who is very passionate about it. And being as this blog IS called “Music and Fiction”, there had to be a good connection. So everyone should go over to My Music Canvas, and drop a little note to Sarah about the music she looks at and discusses.
Next, this last year has been a bit of a difficult one in trying to write more than just fictioneers. However, I did write a very short story. It was something I just needed to get out, and even though the wording may seem unbelievable, it really doesn’t matter. It’s something that needed to be written and posted on here. So if you have the notion, go over to my longer-fiction work called “No Promises“, and enjoy.
Now, onto a very heart-laden Friday Fictioneers (which like most of my stories are not based on true events, unless I say so. ^_-)
© Kelvin M. Knight
Hold On My Heart
by Miles H. Rost
He scraped the knife across the piece of bread.
The peanut butter rolled on like a blanket, melting slightly as it touched the hot dough.
Rolling like the tear that tumbled down his cheek.
Each spread brought one more tear.
He dipped the sticky knife into the jar of homemade cherry jam, pulling out the red preserves.
He sniffed.
He spread the thick and sweet concoction on the other slice.
Another tear teetered on his chin.
He wrapped the sandwich, and put it in his bag. He dried his face, and sighed.
He found that tears added something to sandwiches.
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I didn’t expect that ending, what a twist.
That’s interesting that folks think of a twist with the ending. I thought it seemed more of a sad observation of his life at that time.
I was sure his tears had some reason and expected a heartbreaking story of loss or anger or… not gettingng into that but giving us that last sentence was so unexpected, made me smile.
This made me laugh.. at the end. I don’t think I want to meet such an individual. I mean, what other bodily fluids will he add to his meals??? Excellent and amazing write!!
It’s interesting, because the last line in my mind was supposed to be more of a sighing/sad realization. I guess we all have different ideas, and our musics change things.
I loved it!
He’s obviously lost something, a child would be my guess based on his choice of sandwich.
A very interesting observation. One I didn’t actually think about when writing. What a great perspective! You pulled out a whole new meaning from this!
I too thought the end was a twist. If I were feeling sad enough to weep, I wouldn’t feel hungry at all.
Man’s gotta eat.
You’ve delivered a poignant description of his sorrow. Loss or depression — maybe both? (It also sounds like he has no one to make him proper food.)
Definitely.
He seems to be very lonely. Maybe he lost someone or he has never had anyone in his life.
99% possibility he lost someone.
There are several ways we can interpret your words. Nice one.
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Absolutely.
A lonely man making sandwiches for himself, seasoned with his own tears. Nicely done Miles
It happens to everyone, even someone like my own dad.
Mine too – you become a widower as he did, previously reliant on your wife to do most of the cooking and really, things go to pieces a little once she’s gone. Very sad
Hmmmmmmmmm😢😢😢
Makes ya think, eh?
Yep!
My heart ached for him, poor man.
Mine too.
This was such a sad piece. You captured really captured despair and heartbreak. I like The peanut butter rolled on like a blanket”, it so visual.
Many people who haven’t posted here have said that, the visual thing. And that’s how I like to do things. Describe things in a way that makes you see it in your mind very clearly.
Now I’m curious, is it just sandwiches? I feel like his wife who owned her own sandwich shop just died. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Anyway, nice. 🙂
-David
There are many ways it could go. The idea I was going with was that he was a 12 year old that just lost his mom.
I can see that.
This man in one sorry figure. Not too sure if i should empathize with his plight half aware that it could be a self created one. Excellent character study.
Depends on how one looks at the situation. Or looks at the person’s situations.
i liked the comparison of peanut butter rolling like a blanket and the tear rolling down the cheek.
hmmm the ending makes me think…I was sad and thinking what was the reason for the sorrow, and at the last line i thought, “” Wait! Does this mean…?”
Loved the ending. Its open for the reader to interpret it 😀