The black plastic of the electric
kettle had an eerie sheen in the late evening gloom. It was positively spooky
the way its innards glowed with an ethereal pink LED light. She bent closer and
watched through the illuminated aperture of transparency where you could
measure the water. The light emanating
from inside the jug made the bubbling water pulsate to an aquatic disco rhythm.
The kettle switched itself off
and the light disappeared, leaving her in the near darkness of the kitchen,
staring gormlessly into nothingness. She splashed water unenthusiastically into
two mugs and squished the teabags apathetically against the sides with the back
of the spoon. She just couldn’t be bothered anymore. Who was it this time?
Darren…Derek…Darius? That was it, Darius. She didn’t know why Amy felt the need
to be a serial monogamist when it was so much more fun being a free agent. At
least that way she wouldn’t embarrass herself by becoming pathetically and
dramatically heartbroken when things inevitably didn’t work. But then, knowing
Amy, she probably still would.
As if in acknowledgement, the
caterwauling from her bedroom grew louder and echoed down the corridor. She
sighed again and tipped the teabags into the bin. Opening in the fridge she
paused a moment in the chilly glow of the internal light. She shut her eyes and
let the cold wash over her in wispy waves. She just couldn’t fathom the appeal
of this repetitive cycle. Hunt for appropriate guy, fall sickening head over
heels, the slow realisation (or sudden shock) that he isn’t the one and then
the separation and inevitable heartbreak. Not to mention ruining your flatmates
silk bedsheets with salty tears and dribbles of snot. Yuck. She shivered and
made a grab for the milk. Splashing some into the tea, she fervently hoped
Amy’s desperation would be magically cured by the brew. Sometimes it was enough
to send her packing to her own bed at least.
She returned the milk to its icy
home and ventured forth from the darkened sanctuary of the kitchen with the two
mugs. Heartbreak be damned, she wanted some peace.
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