Burnt Toast

The smell of burnt toast permeated the air between us. The smoke detector blared in case I wasn’t aware our relationship was going down in flames.

– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #91. Photo prompt. WC 26. Photo by Rick Warren.


Author: LearaWrites

I am a stay-at-home mama, a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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