Instalment One Hundred and Six

Refrigerator sat in the corner and hummed. This was done to annoy me. The room would be silent, I would just be falling asleep when…

HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

What? I would enquire.

Nothinngngngngngngngngngngngngngng.

Why do you do that, randomly make that noise?

It means I’m workingngngngngngngngng, came the reply.

After a while Refrigerator would randomly stop the humming.

Sometimes Refrigerator would start flicking the light on and off.

It was my fault, we had no privacy.

We lived in a house without a fourth wall, I had broken it early in the lease while drunk, exposing us to each other, the elements, the outside world and to anyone reading this story.

Is it a fridge or a real person? a reader asked.

I haven’t decided yet, the worried author typed unsure how this story got away from him so quickly.

I squeeze the pillow to my head in an effort to dampen the chatter. When I get too tired I forget things.

How this all started. My name.

“You’re a character,” my father would say when I was in trouble as a child.

You are a character typed the relieve author.

You are Character, he retyped as correction.

I’m Character I mumbled.