The Housemate

By Sally Sadasivam

I got chatting with a lobster one day. His girlfriend had left him and he was feeling lonely. I was lonely, too, and in need of a housemate.

It was fun at first. Faraday was full of tales of the sea. But it always came back to Lucy, his one true love. Boy, was I sick of hearing about Lucy!

Yesterday, I suggested a relaxing bath. Faraday stepped into my largest pan, droning on about Lucy, not even noticing the heat rising: stereotypical lobster.

I should have turned the heat down when he stopped talking.

But the lobster bisque was delicious.