[In the bedroom, Jack and Chrissy fumble around with the wires of a brand new clock radio. In the next room separated by the thinnest of walls, Mr. Roper fiddles with a wrench to fix the plumbing]
“Chrissy! Grab it and pull!”
[Mr. Roper hears this through the wall and looks flush and flustered]
“I can’t, Jack! I can only get one of the prongs in!”
[taken aback, Mr. Roper fastens his belt tightly around his own neck and begins tweaking his nipples]
“Chrissy! It’s almost in!”
“I can feel it!”
[Roper is bright blue but edging so close and can’t stop yet]
“Put your mouth on the dial and push!”
“Mmmmmph!”
[Roper spackles his stomach with the single most confounding ejaculate of his life]
“Oh thank god Chrissy. It’s all the way in.”
“Oh thank god. This will be a good clock for fuckin next to.”
[Roper lays expired on bathroom tile, having cut his airflow too long. From a magazine rack near the commode, Dinah Shore smiles blankly. In the other room, James Taylor’s Fire and Rain plays on the new clock radio]
—jason malmberg
Flommist Jason Malmberg is a simple man who believes in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art sometimes. Copyright © 2017 Jason Malmberg.
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