The Golden Farce
The sugar bowl shattered on the floorboards. It happened in the kitchen. The porcelain spread like a starburst of white teeth. Silence followed. A heavy, wet silence. Margaret stared at the pieces. Her hand was still raised. Her fingers were curled around nothing. The air smelled of burnt toast and iron. Her husband, Thomas, stood by the door. He did not move. His face was a mask of pale shock....
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