TJ

Posted on Saturday, January 21st, 2023 at 7:22 pm

Myka was on the other side of the furnace from the kitchen when the can of tuna was opened. She never heard it coming. But 15 seconds after the first puncture, the first aromatic molecules went through the central heating and met Myka’s nose. Two seconds later, she is in the kitchen, talking her head off. Monster. But a happy one. For now.


Kitchen is ready for making beef stew. Most of that is washing spuds and carrots, and wielding a blade. Everything else is done. Stage center.


It rained today, not too uncommon lately. Not a whole lot, we have been getting a lot of stray cells, five minute showers. Things are close to the vest, a couple of quick store runs for the stew, but otherwise in the warmth. Lots of 50s outside.


The police showed up next door, on the corner. Two cars, and then a specialist. I heard sirens on the way, but not here. I wouldn’t have noticed it, had it not been for the strobing colors on the wall. Not going to get nosy.


I finished cleaning up the jam tracks. Some have merit.


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