Tuesday 3 February 2015

Kitchen Drama

It's 7.20pm. Bright UFO lights glare down from the kitchen ceiling. Susie is wearing a very large, green hoodie (hood down) and beige, baggy trousers. She is stood holding the fridge door open. Secretly, she sneaks one piece of Lindt Excellence Intense Orange Dark Chocolate (what a mouthful) into her mouth.

Suddenly, as if by magic, Little Miss Teenager appears. She is sporting a vest and some shorts, showing off her lithe, athletic frame. The bath size, towel turban on her head makes her stand taller than Susie. The confrontation begins from the other side of the fridge door.

Ellie     ''It's not surprising that you're fat and unhealthy.''

[ Oh no, here we go again, I knew it was to be continued...... ]

Susie     ''I'm not fat!''

Ellie      ''Yes, you are and you look like a drug dealer in that hoodie.''

Susie     ''How do you know what a drug dealer looks like?''

Ellie       ''I watch ci.''

At which point we both laugh out loud, our unique sounds harmonising together. I freeze frame this moment in my mind forever. The bitter-sweetness of the chocolate mingles with my saliva, momentarily melting away the misunderstandings between a mid-life crisis and a teenage dirtbag.

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