The First Feast

Emma walked into the kitchen. Fresh and pure like the new life she built from the stones cast at her. The stones meant to harm, instead lessons learned to create her new home.

She opened the clean, organized and nearly empty fridge, and grabbed the package of bacon ends, bruised tomatoes, the head of lettuce and mayo jar. She knew what she wanted for her first meal in her little cottage when the produce manager at the McIntosh Grocery, where she worked, let her pick from the discarded fruits and vegetables.

Her only skillet was pulled from the oven, and a burner lit to heat the pan. She tore the bacon open and plopped a handful into the skillet. The hiss, harsh like opening bus doors, protested at the inclusion. Popping grease scattered it’s slick deposit onto the stove and the front of Emma’s shirt. The smoky salt cured smell rose and filled the kitchen with the comforting fragrance. She moved the bacon, crisp and hot, to the 10 cent plate she bought at Goodwill. The skillet was wiped and a slick of flavorful grease left behind, two slices of white bread were toasted in the skillet because she had no toaster.

The dollar store knife pulled from a drawer was used to slice the tomato and she managed to mangle three slices. Two leaves of lettuces torn from the head like pages ripped from a book. The lid spun off the mayo, knife dipped in, a glob drawn from the jar and generously spread over the toasted bread. Next she arranged the bacon on one toast slice to cover edge to edge, then she cloaked the bacon with a lettuce blanket. Finally the mangled tomato slices with their sweet yet savory tang were added and the creation crowned with the final slice of bacon toasted bread.

The bacon plate reused held Emma’s newly created, first meal in Garden Cottage. She moved the plate to the kitchen table and sat down. The cheap knife drawn across the sandwich created two delicious triangles. Lips pursed together and her tongue run across her bottom lip, she anticipated the crisp crunch of the toast as teeth bit into the BLT.

Eyes closed as she slowly chewed the bite. The first of many snacks and feasts brought bittersweet happiness to her. Emma felt the tightness in her limbs dissolve as the awareness of her freedom settled in and she chewed and smiled.

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If you like Emma’s story, you can find more of her story on the page “The Emma Files“. She is a continuing fiction character. Not sure where she is going. She just keeps going.

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Red Writing Hood at Write on edge gave us a great new prompt and it goes like this:

“Plump tomatoes, salty bacon, crisp lettuce, soft bread, this week we want you to be inspired by the BLT. Write a piece of either fiction or creative non-fiction based on this photo.

The word limit is 400.

Use your imagination and appetite and come link up here Friday!


I decided to add a new chapter in Emma’s life and what better way for a fresh start than with a first meal.

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10 comments on “The First Feast

  1. Carrie says:

    I love the reverence she holds for such basic necessities. You painted a clear picture that Emma is down on her luck and starting fresh.

    Small critique: you switch tense throughout so you might want to go back and read it aloud. Make sure it stays consistent

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    • debseeman says:

      Finished this late last night so my final review was marred by my need for sleep. Reviewed & made corrections. Thanks for the CONCRIT. It’s what makes us better 🙂

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  2. TheKirCorner says:

    This was a favorite of mine with this prompt, I loved the descriptions of her frying the bacon, the noises “the hissing” such excellent work.

    I really really liked this.

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    • debseeman says:

      Oh Kirsten, thank you! I had to really rework it after it was noted I was switching tenses and you got the revised version. Whew!

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  3. angela says:

    Your small details really make this piece. She is so deliberate and precise, and that makes me appreciate what she’s doing and slow down in my reading.

    My favorite part is the lettuce blanket. I know it’s a little thing, but it just fit so perfectly there.

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    • debseeman says:

      Visuals help the reader see the actions or get a good view of the scene. I liked the idea of the lettuce as a blanket as well. Blankets are comfort and this sandwich is a big comfort for Emma and her future. Thanks for you kind comments.

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  4. Your choice of words is very meaningful. I love how you simultaneously have the vegetables as other people’s discards, and yet so very important and precious to her.

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    • debseeman says:

      Emma’s history is very difficult so the little things are important to her. I think I need to start linking my new posts to the page I created with the rest of the posts in this story.

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  5. Bacon and freedom. Absolutely!

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  6. Wow! I was totally drawn into the moment. The story of Emma has progressed nicely. You do an amazing job with your descriptions and play on words.

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