A Prose Poem in Tweets:

tessagratton: ....my kitchen was just on fire.

tessagratton: Please don't go off, Mr. Smoke Alarm. The fire's gone, I swear.

tessagratton: I walked into the kitchen to the sound of my tea pot boiling. Smoke puffed around like some oil was burning off the stove.

tessagratton: Orange tongues of flame grasped at the tea kettle. I stood there for about 5 seconds just staring, thinking... "is...that...FIRE?"

tessagratton: It was, indeed, fire.

tessagratton: Next thought, "I should... do something."

tessagratton: I had no clue what started the fire. So no water. Instead I grabbed a tea towel, lifted up the kettle and batted out the flames.

tessagratton: Like they do in the movies.

tessagratton: Everyone survived, including tea pot and tea towel. Goblin the cat is tearing up from the smoke. All windows open, fan on.

tessagratton: I think I'll have a diet coke instead of tea this evening.