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- Heart of Prose
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Prompt: Breakfast
Rating: K+
Summary: John opens a tub of butter, and finds something quite different.
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There was nothing quite like a freshly-toasted slice of bread slathered with smooth, silky butter first thing in the morning, John thought, as he shuffled from his room towards the kitchen; still clad in his pajamas and a fluffy crimson bathrobe.
Well, perhaps a cup of tea, but even that was questionable. A fresh, steaming cup of Earl Grey worked wonders as a mid-morning pick-me-up; but it didn't have that satisfying crunch of toasted bread, or the thick, creamy taste of whole-milk butter as it slid across your tongue.
No, only toast and butter would do for John Watson in the morning.
Opening the refrigerator he bent down and peered inside, shoving aside jars of jam and half-empty milk cartons until finally he located the butter tub. With a triumphant grunt he pulled it free, and closing the fridge he walked over to the counter; and opened the tub.
"Oh, not again..."
He groaned, and set the tub on the counter, covering his face with his hands and trying to ignore the bile that rose in the back of his throat at the sight of several objects that looked suspiciously like fingers stashed inside the tub.
Honestly, you'd think by now he'd be used to opening the fridge and finding body parts in the butter.
