Family Breakfast

Every morning for the last five years I’ve toasted two slices of bread for breakfast.  

I toast it dark brown, slightly burnt, and super crispy. A pat of butter, a squeeze of honey, and I’m good to go.

Until yesterday.

I put in the slices and pushed down the lever.

It popped back up.

I pushed it down.

Up.

Down.

Up. 

Down.

What the heck?

The toaster whirred, a sound I had never heard before. 

My phone chimed. 

A notification appeared. 

Bluetooth device connected. Intelligent Toasting System AiM-HI-2001

A new text message.

Good morning, Brandy. 

Please stop burning my children. 

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100-word microfiction, a Drabble