Lester had texted Sarah that they needed to have an evening chat over dinner after work on Monday. As the front door creaked open, she was rubbing her clammy hands together. Sarah had poured two glasses of wine in hopes to ease the expected tension that was to come. It felt like reading the weather forecast with a chance of partly cloudy skies and waking up in a thunderstorm. This was going to be worse than anything she could predict.

He hung up his black chiffon jacket, ran his finger through his dark black hair and unbuttoned the cuffs of his white button up.

“Look, hun your favorite bottle of Cabernet and dinner’s almost ready too,” she said.

The lingering odors of fresh mozzarella cheese and roasted garlic swimming out …show more content…
Sarah was about to turn off the oven when her vision slowly turned to a blur. She had a flashback to a childhood memory where her hands and arms were bright royal blue and the classroom teacher walked in scolding over who spilled the blue paint. She thought it was in those moments that humans beings truly grew and were forced to confront their egotistical screw-ups.

“Look, it meant nothing, hun, nobody’s perfect? Sarah said, “I forgivin' you for things, ain't I? He didn't mean nothing, this time, I swear, nothing.”

Lester began to laugh, a satanic laugh. She trembled with fear like a child who is terrorized by the red-nosed clown at their birthday party. There was a war going on in her home and in her soul. Sarah looked down at the jagged oval-shaped scar on her inner forearm, closing her eyes, she laid her hand over it. Lester pulled back and the chair stumbled. He snatched her hand.

“Give me that goddamn ring back,” he said. “I’m sure as hell it don't mean nothing either, huh?”

“I ain’t never gonna see him again,” she said, “it was impulse, that's all, I didn’t think it through.”

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“Think this through.”

The oven began to quiver and then there was a loud bang, a boom and two bodies dropped. A dense dark-gray cloud filled the home.

3 hours later. They kicked opened the home’s front doors.

“What’s the news here?” the fireman said. The men scrambling through the debris and into the kitchen.

“Oh whoa, well, it looks like this nice looking couple here was getting ready for dinner,” one of them said.

One of the firemen picked up a partially shattered glass of wine from the kitchen floor and looked at the other men.

Another man in a yellow fire suit opened the oven door, crackles of glass hit the ground, inside was a burnt lasagna platter and a charred black baguette. There were splatters of tomato sauce running down the bright shiny silver Kenmore Elite logo. They all quickly looked at each other.

“Shit, this is what Chief told us this morning, that notice that Kenmore Appliances—”

“That's right bro that they recalled some of their ovens and that they were exploding all over the country,” the firefighter