Daily Archives: January 20, 2013
Black Clouds in Toronto
The Phone Call
She: Did you buy those green garbage bags like I suggested?
He: I bought the green garbage bags. I just can’t find them.
Four big extra long tall rolls, and I have no idea.
Oh yeah, I think I have a lung infection.
She: That’s awful, but did you buy those endorsed
by the Man from Glad? Glad, get it?
He: Yes they were glad. It’s the only brand in town. I was
supposed to put them on my windows but the heat came in
and I couldn’t touch anything. I couldn’t touch the mouse
on my laptop. The fan wasn’t working. My lungs weren’t working.
I could still suck in some cigarette smoke though, even with
A car purred by, slightly obtrusively and a trickle of sweat dribbled down R’s glasses, obscuring the vision of his left eye, and at that point in meltdown heat, he realized, simplicity — putting up a green garbage bag.
She: Russel! Russel! Are you there?
She: What was that big crash, sounding like shattered glass?
Surely not the satellite dish?
He: Don’t throw the cutlery at me, bitch.
She: Is someone there? Talk to me. Think with your right eye.
A car hissed by, slightly obtrusively and a trickle of sweat dribbled down R’s glasses, obsuring the vision of his right eye.
He: I’ve got to go now. The chicken curry needs stirring.
Note: I found these words in my notebook — the result of me and Russel Ayres (who resides in Australia) kidding around on the phone, one night. There aren’t too many words of mine here, but it was fun.
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