Prompt 15 – Explosion
It was everywhere. On the walls, dripping from the ceiling…it was even on me.
“It exploded!” I yelled into the phone, exasperated.
“Now, honey,” said my husband from over the phone, “I’m sure the blender didn’t literally explode.”
“It feels like it did.”
“Tell me calmly, what happened,” his voice was soothing to my ears.
Putting my hand to my forehead I said, “I walked away from it for a minute to grab some milk out of the fridge, and the cat must of stepped on it because boom! I heard it go off, and partly pureed food was going everywhere!”
“You didn’t put the top on it, right?”
I don’t know if he was just slow that morning but I said, “No, I didn’t, Carl, I meant to put the milk in with it. My back was turned for less than a second!”
Sighing, I just couldn’t believe him sometimes. He chuckled after I told him, and said he’d be over as soon as he could with a smoothie from a new place that just opened up a few weeks ago. Of all things to go wrong. My relaxing smoothie turned into a huge headache.