Round Two And I Never Recovered From Round One

By ten past nine the aisle held only a single desk fan in a damaged box, priced at thirty-four pounds, and two women considering violence. One of them left with it. The other has been describing the incident to anyone who will listen.

The internet promised a cool night's sleep. The internet delivered eleven minutes, after which the sheet returned to room temperature and also, somehow, slightly damp. She has already put them back in the freezer. She will do this every night until September.