This was a story I wrote for the writing exercise.
There used to be 4 of us. Now, there are only 3. The 4 of us were more than just coworkers, we were close friends. We all worked in a local restaurant. I was the cashier, Joe was the baker, Jean was the waiter, and Gary owned the place. We each had a job and in we each did it well. The specialty of our little restaurant was our famous grilled cheese sandwich. Our grilled cheese sandwich could brighten anybody's day. We would all love to watch the huge smile that appeared on somebody's face when they bit into our sandwich.
The best part was that each of us played an role in the crafting of the sandwich.Joe would bake the bread, I would add a layer of cheese, Jean would put the sandwich on the grill and Gary would take it out and cut the sandwich. A year ago, old Gary died. All of us were heartbroken. Just recently, we decided to make one of our grilled cheese sandwiches. Joe baked, I added the cheese, Jean grilled, and we al cut the sandwich together. When we bit into our sandwich though,we felt something was missing. The sandwich wasn't making us smile, it was bringing us to tears.
I really like the depth to the story. It is not just about friends making cheese sandwiches. It is about a group of friend’s happiness and the same friends, one less, mourning. I like how the friends are so close and happy together that they are extremely sad when one of them dies. I also liked the ending. It was happy but sad too. The friends finally make the sandwich and still make it together but it is not the same without the fourth person. One thing I might fix is that the four of them make the sandwiches but they also wait on the customers and run the place. Some clarification on what kind of restaurant it is might help. If it is a fast food place with a lot of customers, that might not be enough people. Other than that, I thought it was really good.
ReplyDelete