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The Subway Shop by Carol Eliassen

I had an assignment for one of my classes where I was suppose to visit a place and then write about it.  I was picking up subway sandwiches for my daughter's family so I decided to write about my experience while there.  It is amazing what we experience but never really notice consciously.  Here is the very short story.  I hope you enjoy!


The door opened out towards the sidewalk with the smell of fresh baked bread seemingly floating in the air. The smell had a mixture of fresh herbs and multi-grains.  I wasn’t really hungry until that door opened and the smell hit me in the face.  I was hooked and the strong scent was reeling me in.

The walls were decorated with overly large red tomatoes, green peppers and a scrumptious loaf of bread.   Jazz and love songs played from the overhead speakers as if to have you fall in love with the place. 

I hurried up to the counter anxiously waiting my turn as a mother with two young children tugging at her skirt stood gazing at the huge sandwich she was having made.  All the colors that were noted on the wall were all on her sandwich.  That was what I wanted.  I wanted it all. I felt like an Artist with an empty palette and I planned on adding every color into a splashed collage inside my bun! 

A young boy and his Dad lingered at the door but as soon as it opened you could tell by the look on their faces they were being reeled in too.
 

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