Atmospheric Pressure

Sandwiches perched on plate, remote control in one hand, he settles heavily on comfy couch as the TV goes alive. A sweet and sexy voice cuts in the heavy atmosphere; “Weather forecast: Now we move to the tropical depression….” He’s alert; eyes are held by slim fit skirt and moulding top. “…menacing our island. This is the zone of low pressure…” With extraordinary care, he arranges the plate on the table and tries to listen. But eyes are riveted to the waves of graceful movement as she stretches her arm and walks on needle sharp heels to indicate some drawings on the map. He flinches. Her words fall on buzzing ears “...atmospheric pressure tends to intensify…” The pressure in the living room is intensifying as she goes on with a killing smile, as if it is the greatest joy of the world for her to declare “…from 1007 to 1004 hectopascal, in the next 24 hours….” “What’s that?... What pascal??....” he is irritated. “Oh! Why does it have to be young women like her doing this?” “…which will be sustained with gust of wind of 60 to 61 kms per hour…” she goes on facing the camera boldly. Her blouse is too tight on her breasts… He swears in an attempt to diminish her power over him and scoffs her knowledge… His ego is shaken and a voice inside his head warns “Fool...Learn some more on atmospheric pressure to understand weather forecast!” Still, her coy smiles are suffocating, he sweats and eyes her hungrily. Feverish eyes search for her name at the bottom of the screen. Not bad….he gives a devilish grin: She is the next! 20 Aug 2017