Burned Toast

I burned my toast yesterday. Don't ask how. Don't ask why. I just burned it. That is all.

The smoke filled up the kitchen, then the living room. That's when I remembered my toast. "Oh shit. My toast!" I exclaimed. Remembrance sometimes comes with a shock. Like when you burn the toast, or forget an important anniversary, or mail the rent check late.

Sometimes remembrance packs a smoky punch.