Mayday 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. Advertisements Share this:TweetLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: LearaWrites I am a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer, not necessarily in that order. 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. View all posts by LearaWrites
Oh, so wickedly clever.
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