Kitchen Soliloquy #7: The Judgmental Microwave
“Step into my fortress,” says the microwave, the evil auctioneer, conductor of particle transportation. And many did.
Kitchen Soliloquy #4: The Psychopath Toaster
If ever there was a bad-ass in the kitchen it was the toaster. It was a nutcase.
Kitchen Soliloquy #3: Kitchen Cupboard’s Conversations
“How’s things Marty?” asked Paul. Paul and Marty were kitchen cupboards, neighbors and comrades for the best of twenty years. They’d been through everything together -They’d been together since they’d left the factory.
Kitchen Soliloquy #2: The Peeping Tap
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.
Kitchen Soliloquy #1: The Saucer with Napoleon Syndrome
The saucer was an angry little dish. He was like a human pinkie finger…
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