Makeshift propped up and stable, steady with feet on the ground.
Steak sizzling and salad chilled, chilli dressing glad wrapped and sealed.
Settled with a tinny on the side table and Eddie with the questions.
Fuzzy carpet stained with darkness and memories.
Fuzzy TV in its wooden unit varnished absolutely gorgeous.
Salty nuts in a Tupperware bowl.
Singlet bunches at the waist and the steaks done.
Popping oil splatters smatter the singlet.
Trial by fire for the prize.
Dial off, electric stove-top begins its glow down.
Rest the pan on the bit in-between both sinks.
One knife and one fork.
Force fork into flesh.
Cut to check.
The hand miscalculates, lays weight onto pan which slams into sink, the steak flies whap into the side.
He takes the fork and rams it into his thigh, screaming.
The salad waits.