By Daniel Nathan Terry

May-Nell Wilson opened the bag of Wonder Bread, bypassed the heel, took out the first slice, and then gently fed it into the side of the chrome Toast-O-Lator. She tucked a loose strand of her graying hair behind her left ear, leaned over the kitchen counter, and watched, as intently as a child, as the machine swallowed the white bread like a silver snake’s head devouring an egg. She listened to the low hum as the internal coils heated. They sounded so satisfied. (more…)