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Saturday, January 30

The Couch

Ten at night with the temperature sitting above hundred and ten, the air conditioner just short-circuited. The outside air – motionless. Perspiration flowed; it was hell with no end in sight.

Then an idea!

We stole the neighbor's couch; shredded it and lined her with plastic painters sheets. Once done, we filled her up.

Instant body cooler. We climbed in, watched TV and drank our beers in glory.

Ninety minutes later a knock, it was the police. The issue, we were on probation. If caught, nine months in the big house.

We would need to burn that couch.

The Couch by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse