365 Days · Short Stories

62 – A Savoury Treat (A Very Short Story)

“What’s an indoor picnic without cucumber sandwiches?” The shrill voice of my brother’s fiance rang through the vast halls. “What do you mean there’s no cucumber? How are we supposed to have sandwiches without cucumber?” As if she could hardly believe we were still confined to the use of our ration books from week to week.
“Let us not forget that we are in the midst of a famine, my dear,” my brother rested his arm affectionately around her shoulders and led her away.
Always the bearded, voice of reason my brother; diplomatic and kind. Though you wouldn’t know so to look at him. His eyebrows were too close together, which made him look quite cross, when in fact it was more often, very much the opposite. He had big hands that hung limp by his sides. His knees were knobbly, and for as long as I could remember, he had never been able to walk in a straight line.
But he did have the most brilliant smile; and it wasn’t he who needed to parade down an aisle, in a straight line anyway.

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