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When Mun came back we started giggling and soon we were laughing so hard I didn’t think we’d ever stop. We drained the last of the wine wiping the tears from our chins. My nose was still burning from the dwarf’s teeth. Then Sonja pointed out that there was no one to do the dishes.
“I’ll do ‘em,” I said, grinning, “I am Mr Dishwasher after all.” I would have done too, I would have stayed and washed their dishes till my heart gave up and they buried me next to Herbert in the grass, but Mun took them from my lap and tossed them into the brambles.
Then we realised how cold it was and before I knew it I was in the van with some money in my sore hands and I wasn’t Mr Dishwasher anymore. I closed my eyes. My legs and arms began to melt. Somewhere inside myself I felt a heavy clunk and an unstoppable rushing begin.
Matt Cook has been a hospital porter, a script consultant and a retail snoop but is currently a freelance writer based in Manchester, UK. His fiction and reviews have appeared on Small Doggies, PANK, Tusk, Imbroglio and Cooldog.