Rhian George

Toasties

The shovel digs into the dirt and the knife slices through bread. Seeds are scattered politely as the butter is spread carelessly. Next, the cheese, the smelly kind, her father’s favourite. Glancing through the window into the green she watches as her father lays down the topsoil, she places the top layer onto his well-earned snack. Twisting the knob to high she places the sandwich into the oven staring at it for a moment, eager for the cheese to melt.