“I love her. She is Magic. She turns white things different colors. She’s warm and had the sweetest little red eyes.” Melvin looks at his love interest across the room.
The Melvo-500 was placed here for a reason. His programming told him so. The room of sheltered pieces and older machines was his room. Always was. Then people started visiting half hour each day. Like clockwork, they come and go. Never talking to him.
One day, they brought in things. And new machines. The first ones were boxy and noisy. Always cried for attentiom. Then her petite form showed up. Shiny and sleek. They called her toaster.
Wrtten as part of a challenge called Photo Challnge, detsils are at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/05/02/photo-challenge-163/
Very cute Mark. I think he and the toaster will be happy 🙂
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I hope so. Its always a surprise to find where love blooms
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Love it!! such a sweet story!
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Thank you for the kind words. 😀
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My pleasure
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A very cute story. Sounds like they were made for each other. At least they have company now.
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Definitely made for each other. Or one of them is pretty sure of it. 😀 Thank you my dear
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Wonder when he’ll “pop the question?”
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Maybe he is afraid he’ll be toast if he does
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Better to be burned and toasted, then to never burn at all. Or something like that.
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My youth calling…”It’s better to burn out, then fade away” But fire is just elegance in destruction
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Hahahaha! He is falling in love with a toaster! Cute story!
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We always fall for the wrong ones
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LOL! So true!
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