“Lin, go pick a tomato from the backyard.”
Lindy leaped off her stool, “Okay!”
She fought the screen door, it was always off-track, and ran into the yard. The back of the house lined with vibrant green tomato plants and prickly cucumbers. Lindy sifted her way through the plants; they were about as tall as she was. Her mission, to find the brightest, plumpest red treasure this plant had to offer.
“Got it,” she whispered aloud as she gave a gentle tug.Find one?” her mom looked up from spreading miracle whip on the toasted bread.
“Ya, it’s a good one mom.” Lindy hopped back up on the stool, elbows on the counter, she cupped her chin with her hands. Her hands permeated with the smell of the plant.
Lindy watched as her mom washed the lettuce, tore it piece by piece and placed it on the toasted bread.
She sliced the tomato, “You grabbed a perfect tomato Lin.”
She sat a little taller, “Thanks, whatcha makin mom?”
“It’s a BLT, you’ve had one before,” She said as she poured herself a Tab.
Lindy’s face scrunched up, “What’s a BLT?”
She took a giant swig of Tab, “Its bacon, lettuce and tomato.”
Her mom slid the sandwich filled plate across the table. “Let’s eat.”
Lindy put her mouth around the sandwich; the crunch of the toast was familiar. Then she tasted the miracle whip, and before she could say she didn’t like it the tomato came bursting through. The finale ended with a salty crunch from the bacon and a fresh chomp of lettuce.
“Good, huh?” her mom nodded.
Lindy nodded furiously, licked a pinch of miracle whip from the corner of her mouth, “Good.”
Lindy spent, approximately, the next four years ordering a BLT at any and every restaurant she went.
Thanks to Write on Edge for another inspiring prompt.