Countdown
January 19th, 2011 § 1 Comment
“Why do you have to start an argument before my cornflakes even hit the bowl? It’s the same every day.”
“Because every day I watch you fill that bowl with cereal and go back to bed and you expect me to get my arse to work and pay for all your shit, while you spend the day wanking under a blanket.”
Sean poured cornflakes into the bowl, added milk and started leafing through the morning’s post.
“See? You don’t even fucking bother to respond to me anymore. We have no money Sean, none. We’ve just got a shitload of bills and threats from shitloads of…”
“Oh my God!” Sean’s widened eyes were unable to settle on neither the letter nor Stacey. “It’s the one I’ve been waiting for -I’m going to be on Countdown, look!”
She snatched the letter and lowered her face towards it, having to squint without her glasses on. She read the heavily bold and underlined print: FINAL NOTICE – PAYMENT DUE IMMEDIATELY.
Before she looked up from the letter she heard the front door slam shut behind him. Instead of chasing him down the street she swore silently that his key wouldn’t fit in the lock when he got back.
