Friday, August 7, 2015

100 Words a Day 677

I was dozing when I heard a worrying creak. I looked over at the window in time to see my window unit slip out of place. The predictable crash was heavy and final. I stuck my head into the oppressive heat and looked down at my air conditioner. Broken pieces were scattered about and the housing was bent. Basically, it was unsalvageable. Next to the air conditioner was my neighbor. Oops.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He gave me a dirty look and the finger before continuing on his way. I swore, sure he was going to tell the super.

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