Our first night in our first home, too hyped to sleep. We roam the halls marveling, planning. In our bright new kitchen, there gleams a behemoth of a fridge bequeathed from generous sellers.
What to do first—stock it with staples or inform police what we found in the freezer?
Carol Tymann is writing, reading, and playing through a typically long New York winter season.
Ok, you got me. It all seemed so cozy and bright until the word ‘freezer’. Great job!
Won’t sleep tonight — thanks Carol
Good job
Whoa — what an ending!
Love this. Every word perfect.
good one!
Killer ending.