universal
The toaster was broken. Wondering how I could tell? My newly made toast had come out with no crust.
I don't even know how that could happen, much last why it happened. I sighed and turned back to the conversation I was happening with him, Jason. "What?" I asked him in confusion.
Hannah glanced at the garden, the flowers patterns flashing before her eyes. The configuration, the pattern of them was odd, not something people saw often.
She liked it though somehow, even though it was different it fit her. It was right.