Issue 14
Cold
Catherine Talley
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Cold Comfort
She was so sick and tired of everybody telling her to drink soy milk. Anne ate tofu, drank soy milk and nibbled edame until she thought she would scream. Three years of hot flashes with no let up were enough to make anybody irritable. It was time to take matters into her own hands.
She stomped into the bedroom and changed from her dress into black jeans and a turtleneck. Taking her keys she walked toward the front door calling to Les "I'm running to the store. Be back soon." Engrossed in football he barely grunted a response. There was no reason to worry him.
Ten minutes later she arrived at the long closed Y and parked in a dark corner of the unlit lot. Skirting the fence using the light of the waning moon she found the gap in the fence that she spotted last summer.
She found the familiar concrete path, arriving at the deep end of the pool. She quickly stripped, dropping her clothes on the diving board, and dove in. The icy black water enveloped her. She turned and floated on her back, feeling an occasional leaf bump against her, and counted the stars.
~Catherine Talley
Catherine Talley spends many hours a week laboring to support her food buying habit. In her spare time she is a fiber artist and writer.
© 2003 by Catherine Talley. All Rights Reserved.
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