2443. Cold comfort © Bruce Goodman 31 May 2022

Ever since her teenage son had come home from school, raided the fridge, and had a fry-up, Stacey had labelled everything in the refrigerator. She wasn’t going to be stuck at home for a weekend again with no cat food. Ryan had cooked it and declared later that it was quite delicious. Stacey had threatened to throw him a bone intended for the dog if he ever did it again. That explains why everything in her fridge was named and dated. Stacey had been a solo Mum all these years. Husband Robert had gone for a bike ride, hit a car, and never came home. Ryan in his teenage years enjoyed relabelling everything in the refrigerator. Butter was cat food; cheese was dog food; leftover couscous was canary food. Even tapioca pudding was frog’s eggs, and a raisin dessert was fly-cemetery. Then Stacey met Nick. He didn’t have a sense of humour. It is amazing how one person can change everything. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story