How well we loved thee

C&Bs BLTSaul stared at the headstone. B L T was all that they put, just those three, simple letters. He took the handkerchief from his breast coat pocket, wiped the tears from his eyes and gave his nose a long blow.

Why hadn’t they shown more respect? Why didn’t they sing the praises of the one that brought so many so much joy; so much gratification?

Had they asked him, Saul would have insisted the stone read:

Bacon, lettuce and tomato, with mayo and a touch of mustard, on toasted sourdough, served with a side of steak fries. How very well we, and our bathroom scales knew thee. Beloved comfort food.

For TBP’s I Ain’t Foolin’ response to KarmenF’s Picture Prompt 


3 thoughts on “How well we loved thee

  1. I loved this story. I may have to make that sandwich now.

    In the old cemetery on my island, there is a grave marker about the size of a brick in the ground. It reads ‘Indian Bob’. Nobody can tell me who Indian Bob was. Maybe Bob would have liked it that way.

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