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Temperature adventures

 

Temperature adventures

 

She spoke over you when she came over. She was like a wind up, just talked at you. She was attractive which had maybe let her get away with it. The ice cream was left out of the fridge & had gone runny when he dropped by, her new boyf, do they still call em that or is it ‘partner’ once they’ve been on more than 4 dates? & then you wrote over them because you had the casting vote. You wrote things up, you were Herodotus writing in invisible ink or just drawing with your finger in the sand. You enjoyed the benefits of the refrigerator despite the many negatives for the colonised from the invader. Ice blocks were like a miracle on a hot day. Just you rarely filled up the tray & the 2 or 3 cubes left from last summer tasted of meat vaguely. When she was a girl her mother tried to smother her with a pillow & later told her about it, thinking that was a good idea. He on the other hand was a bad sleeper. You’ve been told that women don’t necessarily sleep any worse than men but your 2 wives were both light sleepers, what with your snoring made for some blue language in the middle of the night. Not the most pleasant way to wake up. Anyway, you put the ice cream back in the freezer & it never really tasted that good after its temperature adventures.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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