Geoffrey cracked an egg into the bowl. Funny, he thought, that’s just like how my first girlfriend broke my heart when she left and I had no idea it was coming. His wife entered the kitchen. “We need to talk, Geoffrey.” He picked up a second egg and cracked it.
An intentionally “bad” piece of flash fiction, similar to the now-defunct Bulwer-Lytton fiction contest.
Tiny Tales 
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