To crackle with the ice-poles

George couldn’t stand the heat, he took a shower and by the time he’d found the towel he was hot again. He ate ice cubes but it didn’t help so he climbed in with the frozen veg. Once he’d worked out how to close the freezer door from the inside he settled down to crackle with the ice-poles. It was three months later when his family came for dinner. They let themselves in, put his post in a pile and made a Thanksgiving dinner. It was his mother that found him as she searched for a peas. She pulled him out, and put him in with the dinner. He came out thirty minutes later, embraced his family and poured everyone a brandy. ‘Lovely tan,’ said his brother, ‘I didn’t know you had a halogen oven.’

– Benjamin F Jones
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About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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One Response to To crackle with the ice-poles

  1. What a wicked sense of humour you have, Mr Bunny 🙂 I know someone who hates the sun and likes to lurk indoors in a north-facing room during the summer. I must warn his father to check the freezer, if he can’t find him elsewhere!

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