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Waffles

The noise from the nightclub across the street was drowned out by the din from the crowd around them, the hard wood floor amplifying the clacking of heels and the scraping of stools. He sipped a wheat beer, the hints of banana waking up his taste buds after the fight earlier that evening.

Arrogant and drunk, he still managed to hit Joey in the mouth before being beaten. Joey was proud of his ability to defend Lauren.

Lauren had just finished ordering when the police officers came in the door, quickly spotting them. Just as the waffles where arriving, they were gone.

They found a seat and dug in. The chocolate-covered waffles where far too tempting to leave any longer.

The ice cream parlour up the road offered the perfect follow-up to chocolate waffles; Feijoa sorbet. It was Laurens favourite.

Slowly making their way to the car, taking the scenic route along the waterfront, they eventually made it home.

The Cinema

Right on the stroke of 7:30 she walked in. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was gently blown by the breeze as she stepped through the door into the café. He had already found a seat. He liked the spacious leather armchair in the corner next to the window. He found it comforting.

The Bohemian had become their regular meeting spot, the one place where they could sit and talk for hours. Joey and Lauren had been dating for a while now. They had become close friends, having mastered the art of talking for hours about anything they cared about so they could know each other better.

They quickly ordered coffee and started talking.

“Hey, you know that new film that’s playing, the bible story one?” Joey asked.

“Yea,” Lauren replied.

“I’ve heard it’s pretty good. Do you want to see it some time?”

“Yea, sure. I think it’s on at 8 tonight at the Roxy. Do you want to see it tonight?”

“Yea, sure.”

After a quick chat, they headed around the corner to the cinema. The Roxy was a unique cinema. It was decorated like a typical cinema from 60 years ago, with spacious leather chairs, curtains that covered the screens and a small box office to purchase tickets and an assorted collection of sweets. Joeys favourite feature of the cinema was the life-size bronze Gandalf statue that greeted cinema-goers in the lobby.

After getting their tickets, they found their seats and started talking about the film. The film soon began.

Almost 2 and a half hours later, they emerged from the cinema. They talked about the film all the way to Laurens house as Joey drove her home.

Joey was seriously beginning to like this woman.

Snowfall

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The winters first snowfall had already begun.

Like the rest of the park, the swings were covered in snow. Joey wiped it off and sat down. He could feel the cold of the swing through the seat of his pants. He didn’t need reminding that it was cold. His phone had already told him it was well below freezing. The navy-coloured Parisian scarf wrapped securely around his neck was the only thing between the snow and the raised hair on the back of his neck.

If it weren’t for Joey, the park would be deserted.

‘This is stupid,’ Joey thought. ‘Why does she always have to do that? Can’t mum find someone else to pick on? Finding a job’s bad enough as it is.’

He recalled the previous evenings argument, his mum pressuring him to apply for more jobs.

“I was just taking a quick break doing some reading” Joey said.

“I don’t care!” his mum replied. “If you don’t find yourself a job by the end of the month, I’ll find you a job doing anything!”

‘She knows that makes me feel terrible,’ Joey thought. ‘Why can’t she just do something to help instead of picking on me like that?’

The cold made him feel alive. The crisp chill, the cold air in his lungs, the crunching of the frozen ground under his boots, it was all so unusually life affirming. Despite the tension at home, the chilling beauty of the park helped Joey to stop and contemplate his situation.

After spending a while thinking, Joey decided that he needed to confront his mum about helping him. Cold and tired, he returned to the warmth of his house, dreading what could happen.

The Shakes

The cool wind was refreshing on this particular Friday afternoon. It was refreshing, in stark contrast to the days earlier events.

Joey had arrived at work that morning at 9:45, ready for the 10 o’clock shift. The office was a fairly spartan, modern office on the twenty-third floor of the second tallest building in town. The shift passed uneventfully, when suddenly it happened. Just as Joey had started to pack his things, the building started to shake.

“The guys upstairs must be having one hell of a party!” Joey exclaimed to no-one in particular.

“Earthquake!” Lenny yelled. “Everyone under their desks!” This was the first time Joey had appreciated Lennys ability to yell. Yelling was an ability that Lenny, as a supervisor, had put to use before, but usually for worse purposes than this.

The shaking was going on for what seemed like an age. Many minutes later, the shaking stopped, ending what was a unique and scary experience for those on the twenty-third floor.

After evacuating the building, waiting around outside for the all-clear, getting a coffee from Starbucks, waiting in town for a bus home and finally getting home, Joey decided to have a quite night in.