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MIDAFTERNOON
The kitchen was dark. But it wasn't late. Just interminably gloomy, like the day was paused. My face was above the kettle. This was new. Hot steam snaking ethereally out of the spout, condensing on my skin. It was almost difficult to move away, out of the warmth. I glanced left. The fridge. My eyes flicked right, to the window. The garden. I should like to go out there. No wind. I noticed that there was no wind. In the shed. I was in the shed. Already. That musty wood and creosotey odour. Pungent. Cloying. I thought about being back in the kitchen again. Looking out at the garden. There's some rakes over there. Empty jam jars. An old glass soda syphon. It's all here. And I am too. Staring at the hinges. by eggmon |