Frankly Scarlet

Something a bit strange. I'm not sure if I'd call it poetry, prose or humor.

Frankly Scarlet

"Oh Frank..." she whispered with a twitch of anxiety, "couldn't we
please just leave the toaster out of this...?"

He looked at her incredulously, his mind spinning with the absurdity
of that thought, "Leave out the toaster? How could you be so
insensitive?"

She looked down at the floor for a moment and when finally her
shining blue eyes returned to his perplexed brown orbs he glimpsed a
single crystal tear just starting to dampen her lush eyelashes.

"But Frank..." she said with a tiny catch in her smooth
voice, "It burns me every time we try that..."