Microwave
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2022 by Mat Twassel
Flash Story: After many years of faithful service, the microwave died. Mary and Tom get a replacement, which they put through its paces. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
The microwave, a gift from Mary’s dad twenty years ago when she went off to college, finally kicked the bucket. “It’s like losing a dear old friend,” she told her husband, Tom.
“Really? How many dear old friends have you lost?”
“Well, there was Snapper.”
“Who was Snapper?”
“My dog. Now that I think about it, he died right around the time Dad gave me the microwave. I wonder if...”
“If we get a new microwave we can name him Snapper,” Tom said.
“What do you mean if? We have to have a microwave. And why do you think a microwave would be a boy?”
Tom didn’t answer. That afternoon he stopped at Best Buy and picked up a new microwave.
“Wow,” Mary said. “It’s so sleek. Takes up a lot less room that the old one.”
“Than good old Snapper,” Tom couldn’t help saying.
Mary punched him in the arm.
“Okay, so what shall we name the new one? Fluffy?” Tom suggested, after he’d plugged it in and set the time.
“Felix,” said Mary.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. It just came to me. Let’s try it out. Look at all the controls. Too complicated.”
“The old one had controls too, you just never used them,” Tom said.
Mary poured about half a cup of the morning coffee into her favorite mug. She pushed the buttons and the microwave sprang into action. “That-a-boy, Felix, show your stuff.”
“What did you give it?” Tom asked.
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