apinkyandthebrainhomage by KZ Rochelle (of course)
K grabbed the box from the porch with greed, as though grabbing at freedom and fresh air itself. She brought it inside, showing Z. She tore into it.
“It has a note,” said K.
“Show it to me,” said Z.
K held the note up to the mirror for Z to see.
“Open it first!” said Z.
“Well you didn’t say that,” said a peeved K.
K opened the note and showed Z the message on the note.
Z read aloud.
Dear KZ Rochelle,
We figured those boys of yours must be eating you through house and home now that they’re there at home all the time, so we’re sending you these supplies.
With Love, Your Parents
Z looked up from the message into K’s eyes. “There are boys here?” Z asked far too calmly.
“Yes, Z. My boys,” said K.
“Your sons?” asked Z.
“Of course, Z.” K laughed. “You are so silly sometimes.”
“You have sons!?” Z yelled. “And just what have they been doing this whole time!?”
“I don’t know, Z. Playing video games?”
Just then, K’s phone beeped.
“Oooooh!” said K. “A message.”
K pulled out her phone and opened it up.
K read the message. “Although your milk flag was noted by our system, you will not receive a delivery today as you are not permitted to receive more than one grocery delivery in a single day. We look forward to serving you in the future.”
“Damn it, K!”
“What is it, Z?”
“Don’t you understand?”
“Yes. I understand that you understand and I understand the chemical potential is just the Gibbs free energy norma—”
Z interrupted K. “I know! I know! You understand the chemical potential is just the Gibbs free energy normalized to the amount of substance.”
“I do,” said K.
“But what you don’t seem to comprehend is that our plan has been foiled!” said Z.
“Shall I put foil on this food?” asked K.
“Oh, goodness,” said Z.
“Good, yes,” said K and she closed up the box to begin wrapping its exterior in tin foil.
With one side foiled, a door squeaked open.
“Hey, Mom,” said a tweenage boy from underneath a cap. “Do you want to play video games with us?”
“I surely do,” said K and ran off to play video games, leaving Z alone on the floor of the foyer next to a large foil-covered box where she sat cogitating how they would certainly escape the confines of these four walls with tomorrow’s plan.….
Will K and Z escape their four walls with tomorrow’s plan? Find out in the next installments in The Days of Our Pandemic