Disaster!

From a prompt via Miguel S. | The Fiction Dealer

Disaster!

This was an absolute disaster. Our sous-chef exploded. Not with words, but with body parts. Across the entire kitchen.

How would lunch service happen? Chef was adamant.

“We will be open for luncheon,” he announced, “in seventeen minutes.”

I felt this to be unusually confident.

“Are you absolutely sure?” I asked.

“On my mother’s gr…