What’s for Breakfast?

It took me a minute to recall where I was. Right – I’d gone home with a woman from the bar last night. It was her bedroom I was in. What was her name? Rhonda? Rhoda? She had amazing red hair.

I pulled on my smoky clothes and wandered out of the bedroom. There she was, in the kitchen.

“Good morning,” she said.

Then two little red headed boys about 4 years old came into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast,” one said. “I’m starving,” the other said.

A woman who looked like an older version of Rhonda? Rhoda? came in a walked to the coffee pot. “Want your coffee in a to-go cup or are you staying for breakfast?” she asked.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “What’s for Breakfast?”

  1. He stomped inside, slamming the door behind him.
    She stood at the stove, her back to him. She knew what she’d see if she turned around: him, black hair, bloodshot eyes, unshaven, crumpled clothes that he’d slept in, blood on his hands.
    “What’s for breakfast?” he growled.
    “Nothing,” she said.

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