That morning she burned her toast. She was hungry so she ate it.
She boiled the kettle and turned on the radio — voices crashed out the speaker. She turned it off and waited quietly in the kitchen for lunchtime.
The soup that she’d bought caught on the bottom of the pan. She left it in the sink to soak and put on her headphones. She spent the afternoon on the sofa, skipping songs.
She watched her flat fill with the blue light of evening whilst she ate her supper. She rinsed her plate, relieved that the day was almost over.
Really love this one
the elephant in the tea room.