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The cyclone saga – 3

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP.

What’s that sound?

The invertor’s going to stop

Shit!

That was the invertor signalling it would go off any minute now. K confessed casually just before we could head off. Can’t be helped, I sighed.

In the room she looked at me, that teasing way. All I could think of was sleeping without electricity in what was soon turning to be windless, soggy & sweaty night. Plus, I had meat on my mind.

My head’s throbbing – I lied

She turned the other side and slept in a huff. It was going to be one long night.

Next day morning, first thing I did – checked the freezer. The meat was still smelling good – a miracle! That turned my mood around. I went back to the room. She was just waking up, I looked at her, she looked at me. I shut the door.

We came out of the room after half hour. By then, the help M came in, I explained my plans. Fry. Deep-fry everything out in a big giant pan. M agreed, a tad reluctantly. It was X’mas style cooking, only 6 months earlier. I made a list of names,  neighbours, friends  we could distribute the meat to – play good Samaritan. I called them – they had the exact same idea with their meat. Damn!

I gave M a major share, she was happy. X mas had come early. Little did i know, the next day would be another storm.

Last part coming up……

Photo credits: Lianhao Qu – unsplash – geulgram. Writing credits Soni Anthony Abraham.

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Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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