Domingo, Outubro 16, 2005

The Fridge Is Hissing

"I've still got my shoes on!" he shouted loudly from the kitchen on a Sunday night, fuelled by Cider and Guiness, finishing off a bottle of Chardonnay he'd left in the fridge the previous evening.

She lay quietly in the dark bedroom, hoping the alcohol hadn't completely removed his common sense urge to prepare for bed, trying to sleep.