Ideas

There’s the sizzle of a bacon hitting a hot frying pan, a single thought. And as it’s edges curl inward, while the fat runs, she decides– that it wasn’t such a good thought. And the frying pan is emptied, and a new thought is cracked open, to be pondered and scrambled. As it bubbles and pops, turns from opaque to clear, and steams into finality, the mission is understood: Cereal would be better.

…And as the spoon clinks against her teeth she wonders if pancakes would have been the superior choice.