Apparently, an American sentence is 17 syllables. And an American sandwich is 3 American sentences, bread, meat, bread. I’ve read some talk about using a minimum of words, which implies a maximum of wordiness, if that makes any sense. Big words. Five dollar words. Polysyllabic words. I tried it both ways. The idea is flash fiction; a brief, thought-provoking tale of… whatever.
Hungry? I just whipped up a couple sandwiches for your dining pleasure. I even garnished the second one with a title and some rhyme I found in the fridge. Enjoy!
Anti-governmental conspiracies vigorously multiply.
Contentious extremists formulate rebellious insurgencies.
Systematic annihilation hovers, wearing a death’s-head grin.
~*~*~*~
At Night We Go Wandering
A sleeper walks away from himself in a lucid dream to explore.
His spirit washes up some time later on a distant astral shore.
The breath leaves his body a final time and the sleeper wakes no more.
Hmm… I think I counted those right. Ah, well, even a sloppy sandwich can taste good, eh? Here’s a napkin. :)
Asleep On My Feet 
Thanks for playing The American Sandwich game.. I love your introduction, and the sandwiches are so tasty!
Cheers! Thanks for stopping by and reading! :)
Nothing sloppy about these tasty treats – both are excellent!
absolutely brilliant – not a discipline I’ve tried before – maybe ‘cos I’m a Brit :)
I’m Canadian, but you gotta give credit where credit is due – these American Sandwiches are fun to make and a pleasure to digest.
A very enjoyable read. Perhaps I should try one of my own.