Short Story – Fine and Hot

Yes…time for something different – a short, short story – enjoy!

Fine and Hot

Perth was sweltering through another hot summer. This was no ordinary summer; it was a season with malice that mugged anybody who stepped outside, leaving them as wasted shells of people who each night dreamed of a cool day.

On one February evening Isaac and Dianne sat watching the news. They did this every day between 7 and 7:30pm. Dirk North’s earnest face held their attention. Isaac considered him to be the most reliable and trustworthy weather presenter.

‘Today was fine and hot,’ he told them. ‘Tomorrow will be fine and hot. The outlook for the coming week is fine and hot. Now it’s back to you Jennifer.’

Isaac turned to his wife, ’I reckon that was exactly the same forecast as yesterday, darl.’

‘Well, it is that time of year. I don’t know how the poor man keeps his sanity. His job must get so boring.’

‘No, I mean that it was word-for-word the same.’

‘Oh, I doubt that dear. Do you want a coffee?’

Isaac nodded, then listened as his wife bustled around in the kitchen. There was something wrong with the forecast – he was sure of it. Anyone who might have been watching would have seen him staring into that vacant space that holds intense concentration.

Dianne returned with his coffee and was just settling down to watch some more television when her husband said, ‘I don’t think he’s said the temperature now for a week. He’s just been saying fine and hot with the number changing on the map each day.’

‘Who dear?’

‘Dirk North’

‘Forget about it,’ she insisted. ‘What do you want to watch? There are repeats of sitcoms, repeats of murder mysteries, repeats of old shows that deserve to be buried. Where did they dredge up Magnum from? There are documentaries on SBS or there is the 7:30 Report. Oh yes, there are also some reality shows where sad people make idiots of themselves.’

‘What, no cooking shows?’

‘It doesn’t look like it.’

‘Well that makes a refreshing change. I’m not fussed darl. Whatever you fancy.’

They settled down to watch people making idiots of themselves.

‘I’m really convinced that the weather is a recording you know,’ Isaac mumbled.

‘For goodness sake! If you’re so worried why don’t you record it for the next few days to see, or even write to the ABC.’

‘Hmm. I might just do that.’

‘Whatever. Now can we drop the subject? I don’t want to hear any more about it.’

At the ABC studio, Mary Connelly was talking to her colleague.

‘I think you’ll have to read the weather tomorrow, Jen. There’s a cold front coming up from the south. We won’t get away with another recording of Dirk.’

‘Not a problem. He’s not recovered then?’

‘No. He’s got worse according to the doctors.’

‘Did they say exactly what caused it? I miss him. He has a great sense of humour.’

‘They reckon it was the heat. He just cracked. Sad really.’

‘Yeah’

I’ve told them that they shouldn’t let him watch the recordings each night, but the doctors think it might help him. I’m not convinced.’

Dirk North watched himself give the evening weather forecast yet again. He strained against the straps currently restaining him, giggling hysterically in between mumbling to himself, ‘Fine and hot. Fine and hot. Fine and hot. It’s going to be very fine and really hot. Fine and hot. Fine and hot. It never ends, never ends. Hot enough to fry your brains, hahahaha. It’s never anything but fine and hot, hahahaha. Forever fine and hot, hahahaha…

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

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