Bin night

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The simmering stew fogged the windows, the extractor fan roared, the TV news spewed disaster, the kids rollicked. Dan, meantime, beer in hand, desultorily stirred the pot.

Feeling like a kettle about to whistle, Katrina knotted the garbage bag: “I’m putting the bins out!”

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Illustration by Jim Pavlidis.

On stepping into the cool stillness of the evening, she gave a near orgasmic sigh. Slowly she wheeled the bins kerbside and then, unconsciously, sat in the gutter.

With a hint of Sunday’s prawns odorising the air, Katrina stared at the stars and the depths of infinity around them, contemplating the meaning of life.

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