Disaster, Family, Fiction, Food, Human behaviour, Marriage, Men, Women

Breakfast Time

He bit into his toast. She focused her attention on the melting butter that rested on her pancakes. The rhythm of the kettle kept things under control for a bit. Then he made the coffee that burned his tongue and left her wrist scalded. He threw the kettle onto the floor while her butter lay in a pool of tears.

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