The Language of Things

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”

You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?

When I fly into my mid-west home, I always arrange to have ham my beautiful mature sister pick me up as we treat myself to my favorite comfort foods, that softly soothes my soul, with two slices of soft bread, encasing a fried shrimp egg foo-young without the gravy, surrounded by lettuces, onion, with a slight spread of mayonnaise.

This is why I look forward to my beautifully mature sister picking me up from the airport, because only she and I can seriously bond over such gorgeous comfort food.

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2 thoughts on “The Language of Things

    1. The sandwich is called a Shrimp St. Paul’s and is very unique to the City of St. Louis. I have traveled around the world and it is only in St. Louis and Minnieapolis MN where they can be found in name.

      As a pescaterian, I don’t eat that way anymore, however I still think about it whenever I get back to St. Louis to visit family and friends.

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