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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