Michelle Nguyen

Dear Beatrice

Beatrice entered the kitchen half asleep even though it was four in the afternoon. There was a small pause, then everyone went back to their current activity. Beatrice sighed and walked over to the refrigerator. Her exhaustion only grew in the realization that nobody went to the store and her note remained ignored on the fridge door. The sound of the refrigerator door shutting louder than normal did not seem to affect the ecosystem in the kitchen. Every damn day…Beatrice thought to herself.