To a New Dawn: Letters of Solidarity Anthology

RICHARD BROMHALL CITY OF LITERATURE Dear Sainsbury’s Meal Deal, I loved you, no question. You know that, don’t you?

It wasn’t only the satisfaction you brought. You were there for me, and you know it too, don’t you? As I ascended Hockley and Goose Gate each lunchtime, I knew you were waiting, ready to continue our love affair: tearing of bread, crunch of crisp, hiss of unscrewed bottle top. I would sit back in my chair and, for a few brief moments, life was perfect.

But then March arrived. I worked from home, and when the restrictions came – ‘you can leave the house for one hour’s exercise every day’ – I had no choice but to comply.

Where was my nearest Saino’s? Over half an hour’s walk away! And I couldn’t get to you. I wanted to, desperately, but I wouldn’t have made it back in time. We used to see each other every day, so this long-distance relationship was tough. I promised you I would be loyal, and I meant it, but then something happened: I met Shakshuka.

She’s from Morocco. She’s healthy. And she can even be cooked as a vegan option. Because of her, I’ve lost weight, I’ve got more energy, and my work rate is up – no more sluggish afternoons now, my love! Does she satisfy me in the way you do? You know she doesn’t. How could 44