at least oil was not on fire, just paper, the flames
only dancing to inches, not feet
no fire extinguisher required,
no children to rush out of the house
through a smoky living room,
just me, rather sheepishly noting that
once again I can't read front from back,
nor reminding myself that
really
leaving paper on stove burners is
probably not the brightest thing
for someone of my abilities
burnt paper to add to undone dishes,
empy refrigerator and
grumpy dogs.
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