Writing Prompt #96
“Made you breakfast!”
“Ah, this is- wow.”
“... You know what this is, right?”
“Yes! Lovely slab of- no, not slab? Piece? Piece of- oh jeez, steak?”
“Why the hell would I make you steak for breakfast?”
“Oh, so it’s not steak! Great! Not that I wouldn’t love it if you cooked me steak, just a little heavy for breakfast, but I digress! Of course it’s not steak. It’s looking like a fantastic... pile of- no, no, serving of beef... chicken... steak-“
“It’s scrambled eggs.”
“Oh. Oh! I love scrambled eggs. Especially when they’re... brown. And black.”
“Alright, you can stop. I know they look like shit.”
“Oh, thank god. I didn’t know how much longer I could go on.”













