alpacinou
Key Member
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2019
- Member Type
- Interested in Language
- Native Language
- Persian
- Home Country
- Iran
- Current Location
- Iran
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Sophie took a final drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out. Her room had been clouded by a pall of cigarette smoke. She checked the pack in the hopes of lighting up another but it was empty. Squeezing it, she stood up and opened the window. Beyond a tunnel of plane trees, dark clouds were piling up at the horizon.
A hissing sound emanated from downstairs. She closed the window and focused, brows farrowed. The hissing got louder as Sophie rushed downstairs. Running into the kitchen, she realized the pressure cooker was the source of the sound. She shook her head and muttered, "Goddamn it!", angry at herself for forgetting she'd set the pressure cooker an hour earlier to make lentil stew.
She walked to the sink, rummaging through a pile of dirty glass to find a clean one, to no avail. She grabbed a dirty glass and began washing it when the pressure cooker screamed, steam roaring out of its release vent. Suddenly, it exploded, catapulting its lid into the air, and splashing a mix of boiling water and lentil onto the ceiling. The lid slammed onto the floor with a loud bang as Sophie stared wide-eyed at lentil stew dripping from the ceiling of her kitchen.
Sophie took a final drag from the cigarette and stubbed it out. Her room had been clouded by a pall of cigarette smoke. She checked the pack in the hopes of lighting up another but it was empty. Squeezing it, she stood up and opened the window. Beyond a tunnel of plane trees, dark clouds were piling up at the horizon.
A hissing sound emanated from downstairs. She closed the window and focused, brows farrowed. The hissing got louder as Sophie rushed downstairs. Running into the kitchen, she realized the pressure cooker was the source of the sound. She shook her head and muttered, "Goddamn it!", angry at herself for forgetting she'd set the pressure cooker an hour earlier to make lentil stew.
She walked to the sink, rummaging through a pile of dirty glass to find a clean one, to no avail. She grabbed a dirty glass and began washing it when the pressure cooker screamed, steam roaring out of its release vent. Suddenly, it exploded, catapulting its lid into the air, and splashing a mix of boiling water and lentil onto the ceiling. The lid slammed onto the floor with a loud bang as Sophie stared wide-eyed at lentil stew dripping from the ceiling of her kitchen.