I dropped a raspberry. It vaulted off the blender, dove two back somersaults and 4 1/2 twists in the pike position down into the sink, launched a stunning triple Salchow behind the rice cooker, executed a flawless 90 second floor routine to the music of the tea kettle, and landed a perfect dismount underneath the fridge, not a hair out of place. Meanwhile, a bag of flour exploded in the cabinet.
Do you have any other questions about my messy kitchen?
My name is Nasreen. I write micro essays, one-liners, and other small things. Most of them were funny at some point, at least to me.