Sunday 27 June 2021

'Relief' by Julia Smith


In the middle of the dry spell it rained and our noses twitched at the news.  

A dog cried for seven long minutes. A cat bulged against the screen. A neighbour opened his door and shouted, “Okay, yes!” The washer cycle droned to its ridiculous end. 

The city was piss and tingly green grass, burst kisses and running for home. Summer tattle rose up in steam. Umbrellas frolicked open with a shake. A man opened his mouth to amaze and coffee hissed from his lips.  

When it was over, a child shouted, “The sun, the sun!” and it was too hot.


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