A toast to You

Something about this toaster

 

 

toast to you

 

 

Today was very challenging for me, and I would dread anything that could dampen my spirit. Anything from my health, to political views on television could shock me like a person walking across the carpet while reaching for the doorknob. 

I decided to try and relax but with all of the controversy that deals with life, this was not going to happen. Life can be wonderful sometimes, as long as you’re gear towards its.  Unfortunately,  I didn’t reap any reward, instead, I wrote blogs and pondered about the ho hum’s of life.  After a few hours of burning the day light sun, I noticed  an emptiness that surrounded my stomach; the grumbling from the void was deafening. I think it woke the dead, well, figuratively speaking.

I grabbed a couple of pieces of fresh white bread and popped them into the toaster. Then set the dial to dark, of course this is my favorite setting.  I love the taste of dark brown toast, umm yummy. The only time I like soft white or wheat bread is when it’s fresh out of the oven…oh yeah!  Umm, that aroma, the tastes of savoring flavors as it slowly drips to my stomach, played over and over again inside my mind.  Oh come on, I’m not prejudice just because I love toast but, let’s get back to the story.

As the clock on the wall clicked with preciseness, my stomach let out a rumbling noise, then another, finally ripping, and vibrating through my entire body.  I noticed the clock had ticked away five minutes and the toast had not popped up. I could feel the heat rising from this ancient kitchen tool, so I knew it was working.  I decided to push the eject button, but nothing happens.  Then I reach around to the wall plug and try to unplug it. I received the shock of my life, one hundred and twenty stinging volts of electricity that rattled my nerves. I tried again, but the same thing…ouch.  

I was so hunger I couldn’t stand to play with this witty toaster, and of course, this called for drastic measures.  I decided to wrestle this toaster for my 2 pieces of now burnt bread.  I wrapped my arm around it and tried to pin it.  Obviously, this was a big mistake because the toaster was red-hot.  My screams were as whispers compared to the stomach rumbles that seemed appropriate for a “B type” Saturday night horror movie.  My hunger had the best of me and tears dripped viciously from my eyes, and of course, salt tears and electricity wouldn’t be classified as good friends. I couldn’t understand why this toaster would hold my bread hostage.  I was about to give up when a sizzling sound, followed by an impressive array of sparks, flew upwards as the spring released.  My eyes were glued in amazement when I turned to look at the toaster,  and saw….

Author's Note

Something a tad bit different and getting weird

Reviews

[J. James Reider]

I have visions of Homer Simpson... lol... Wrestle a toaster?

A well developing story throughout, but it seems to have ended a bit too soon; what did you see when you looked at the toast? My guess is the silhoutte of Bob St. Claire, but I could be wrong.

A humorous story of the trials and tribulations of faulty, antique equipment.

[Taylor H]

I grabbed a couple of pieces of toast and popped them into the toaster---bread is put in a toaster not toast lol


but he same thing�ouch.----but the same thing



this is funny, and you left it n a cliff hanger you jerk! lol

[Wildfleour]

Interestingly weird. I like that. Wrestling a toaster.......now there's an image! :)

[Dani California]

LOL! You wrestled the toaster Ralphie? lol Perhaps using a towel to unplug it would have worked better?

You're hilarious. I've had days like this. Cute story. So.... what did you see??! I can't stand being left hanging!

Thanks a lot, now I am hungry too.

Snapshot stories are actually wonderful. They do give the reader a lot of insight from one moment.

You have just fed us a new template.

Wonderful core, great fundamentals. I loved reading this piece.

A wonderful piece.

[emmajoy]

lol... this is funny cos it's left me wanting more. What wonderful images ran through my mind as I read this story. 'I couldn't understand why the toaster would hold my bread hostage.' < what a great way to put it!

Yes, this is different from your usual writes and I hope there'll be more of this story and more stories like it!

Thanks for the smile and for sharing!

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burnt toast and fingers? Maybe a rat trying to wrestle the toast out of the toaster, before you?

In all honesty, though, this is really a great story. The beginning of a tale that left me longing for more.

No, not toast . . . just more of the story.

Fantastic write with just the right amount of imagery that leaves the reader longing for more . . .

toast.

VERY CREATIVE!!!!

Brava!

[Angela]

Different is right!! I'm intrigued. Okay, tell me what you saw. How can you write a story and leave me hanging as to what happens next. My imagination is going off the charts. I do hope that this is not the end and there is more? A good start to a possibly great story. Keep it coming.