Michelle Whitehead
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Fur & Zest
Cara stares at the ceiling fan. Narrows in on the furry edges of the blades where dust has accumulated. When was the last time that thing was turned on? At least four fans in the house and they’re used what… a dozen times per year? Do a few peak summer days warrant such dust collecting contraptions? Oh what she wouldn’t give to be hot right now. To be in a slip dress and flip flops, watching the sunset on a palm lined beach, needing a fan.
By Michelle Whitehead5 years ago in Humans
Fancy
“Yes mam. Ok. Yes, I will come mam. Ok thank you. Bye bye.” Lena looks at her phone, waits for the red end call button to extinguish, before shutting her smile off. She sighs softly. Too exhausted and defeated to sigh thoroughly. She takes the Tupperware containing two-day-old rice and fried fish that she was about to reheat before the phone rang and puts it back in the mini fridge. She turns to her wardrobe/ pantry and drops 2 granola bars in a reusable bag, three t-shirts (extra for messes), some plaid pajama bottoms. To it she adds her toothbrush, hair brush, and a noname face cream which is affordable enough for multipurpose use. She dumps out the pot of water that lives on the radiator in lieu of a humidifier and reaches for her for her still-damp, second hand, parka. A pseudo parka, purchased because she presumed anything this puffy had to be warm enough. She catches a glimpse in the mirror of her shockingly aged face. It isn’t just the lack of sun and traditional food that has altered her colour. It isn’t just the longing to see and touch her family that has drooped her expression. It’s the deepening, swallowing feeling that this life might not be temporary.
By Michelle Whitehead5 years ago in Humans
