Exploding Chicken

💌 The Day Breakfast took a Turn

This morning Powells, as I was sitting in the kitchen quietly waking up to the day ahead of me, sipping hot tea, with a mind as blank as a freshly bought Rymans notebook and the sound of next doors washing machine rumbling in the background there was a large explosion behind me. I dived 90 cm to the floor from my high breakfast stool (I measured the distance to give an accurate report) and took cover under the breakfast bar along with a pea. There was no time to ask the pea why it was there or where it had come from. My life flashed before my eyes. It was pretty uneventful and repetitive, so it wasn’t long before I was swiftly brought back to reality. How long I remained there I’m not sure, long enough to wish I had remembered to dive for cover with my cup of tea.