Will grabbed his TV dinner from the oven and peeled back the tinfoil. The
steam rose as he carried the food with a hot-pad into the living room. He set it
on the sofa and picked up the remote control, waiting for the odd-colored meat to cool
off. He began to flip through the channels when he came upon an old classic movie.
Setting the remote down, Will put the dinner on his lap. Taking a small forkful of
meatloaf, or whatever it was, he blew across it and put it into his mouth. "One of
these days I
must learn to cook," he said before swallowing the chunk.
Will finished his dinner while he watched "Breakfast at Tiffany’s"
with one of his favorite actresses, Audrey Hepburn. He took a sip of beer from his glass to
wash down the last bite of meatloaf and then polished off the brownie. At least
the dessert was good but then, it would be difficult to screw up the brownie.
"Oh come on!" he yelled out at the TV, which began to flicker.
"Not now. I like this movie."
He stood up and walked up to the TV, hitting the side of the console. Still,
it flickered between channels. Will placed his beer on top of the TV and
adjusted the antennas. The screen came back to its normal state.
"There we go, that’s more like—you son-of-a …" he said as
the picture started to scroll upwards. "What is wrong with this piece of
Will moved the TV out away from the wall, careful not to spill his beer on
top of the set. He went into the closet and retrieved his toolbox, carrying
it over to the old, dilapidated set. After popping it open, he retrieved a
screwdriver and unscrewed the back panel, then placed it on the floor. He
searched inside for those loose wires and jiggled them back and forth.
"Phhhssssssss, phhhhssssssss," the set called out. "I hate
this piece of electronic junk!" yelled Will at the set as if he were
actually conversing with it.