Mess (open starter)
Joanna sat on the floor of her little kitchen pouting, Covered in flour and staring at a few of the eggs that had fallen on the floor between her and the spoonful of butter a short distance away. Not even the bag of chocolate chips she had gotten out were spared, nor the small bottle of vanilla that’s contents were tracing the grooves in the tiled floor.The mixing bowl on the counter was rolling slightly on it’s side as the milk that had been in it made it’s way down the side of the counter and to the puddle at the bottom where fake marble met plastic tile.