Kitchen Soliloquy #4: The Psychopath Toaster
If ever there was a bad-ass in the kitchen it was the toaster. It was a nutcase.
If ever there was a bad-ass in the kitchen it was the toaster. It was a nutcase.
The plughole was growing tiresome of this menace, this looming eye over it, watching, it’s long neck cocked out, waiting for something to happen. The tap had spent every day since installation spying (maybe that’s too subtle a word) on the plughole.
The saucer was an angry little dish. He was like a human pinkie finger…