Date Night

This story was awarded first place in the 150 word wonder contest 3/30/2013

Date Night

The blackened roast smoked on the counter; I fanned it with a towel toward the opened window. Two smoke alarms beeped, echoing through my apartment. There were blisters on half of my fingers. Everything was going wrong.

The door bell rang.

Stuffing the hand towel into my pocket, I made my way to the door, checking myself in the living room mirror. The small fire I began, while adding vodka to the penne sauce, had removed my right eyebrow, and singed my bangs; there was soot on my forehead.

I made my way to the bathroom; splashed some water on my face, and penciled in an eyebrow with mascara. It was a rush job and it looked horrible. As I turned to head toward the door, I slipped on the splashed water, hitting my head on the toilet; knocking myself out. When I came to, the house was peaceful again.

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