The Living Room Chill by Joanne Jagoda

“Living my life in a slow hell”…Kid Rock has it right. I drop my backpack with a thud. She’s at her desk wearing her stupid half glasses… doesn’t look up.

“You’re late. Maria left dinner.”

What happened to the days when I would walk in and grab her ass and nuzzle her neck in that soft spot that turned her on.

I mumble, “…faculty meeting.”

She doesn’t answer.

I open the frig. Chicken breast, broccoli, mound of white rice covered in cellophane. I pitch it down the disposal. I just devoured a super grande burrito oozing black beans and guacamole and drowned in mango salsa. She wouldn’t approve of the six glazed donuts in my backpack either.

Her nagging refrain chips away at me like a relentless ice pick. “You’re getting a big gut. You’ve got to watch your cholesterol.” She never eats anything.

I try to be civil. “How was your day?”

She’s mastered the raised-eyebrow look, “Big liability case… court next week. Look, I’m too busy to chat. We’ll uh…catch up soon.”

“Oh, sure, no prob….” Icicles of indifference surround her. I swear her breath comes out in wafts of cold vapor. I can’t stop thinking about Tess, the new librarian. Hell, she’s chubby and cute, and I want to melt in her chocolate eyes. I know she likes me…brought me muffins this morning, still warm. Tess just can’t seem to get you off my mind. … Isn’t that what it says in that song.


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2 responses to “The Living Room Chill by Joanne Jagoda

  1. Nice insight into a chill-down of a relationship.

  2. Pingback: Week #49 – Cold front | 52|250 A Year of Flash

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