It was ham and cheese that day. A little bit of mayo. The merest hint of Dijon mustard. Whole wheat bread. A lettuce leaf. A tomato slice.

I was sitting in the lunch room when my phone screen lit up with a text message from you. All it said was “We need to talk. In person. Tonight.”

I wasn’t ready for what you told me. I still don’t think I’ve processed it. I’ve kept going but nothing is the same. Nothing will ever be the same.

The next day, I had peanut butter and fluff on white bread for lunch.


2 thoughts on “Pålegg

  1. My guess: “The feeling of depression after an unexpected breakup of a romantic relationship.”

    (This is Sarah from the Whovian group, by the way. 🙂 )


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