Breakfast Out, by Eric J. Smith

She weaved toward the kitchen and opened the fridge—a major train wreck in there—packed with science projects such as muffins covered with dots of green mold and worse. Even under refrigeration it reeked. Several beers; no interest. Instead she pulled out a carton of orange juice previously opened and closed by filthy fingers, four strips of bacon left in a package, a cardboard crate with a couple of eggs in it. In the freezer she found half a pack of frozen hash browns. She also grabbed a jar of instant coffee from a cupboard. Whose place was this?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s