The Black Glass Panel

A farmhouse kitchen in Iowa on a summer evening, low golden sunlight across a speckled laminate counter, on it a microwave oven in a wide dark brown case, its broad front of mirror-bright chrome, the door with a dark iridescent viewing window in a chrome frame and a chrome handle across its full width, at the right a tall panel of black glass with a dark red glowing display at its top and twelve square touch keys in three columns outlined in pale lines, every key blank, every surface plain and unmarked, a hand with a plain gold wedding ring touching one key, a covered glass bowl in the dim oven.