Beer-Battered: A Nano Story
“The neighbors are fighting again,” I say as a slam against the wall causes me to drop the saltshaker into the sizzling frying pan.
“They could be killing a roach,” says my husband, who sits at the kitchen table. He clicks something on his laptop and gasps.
“What!” I shriek. “Do you see a roach?”
“They want $1600 for a one-bedroom. These are two-bedroom prices!”
I put a hand to my chest to calm my racing heart and carefully pluck the plastic saltshaker from the popping oil. Half of it is melted. The fish is probably ruined.
Another bang, followed by a muffled “Fuck you!” Whoosh goes the oil.
“Should I order a pizza?” my husband asks.
“How soon can we move into that $1600 apartment?”
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