The sound of Screeching steel alongside our house. A hot July 3rd; we look up from our empty dinner plates on the deck table.
The ventilation fan of our central air conditioner screeches again. Then it runs smooth. Then it screeches one last time. I arrive in time to watch the blades slow and stop.
A new motor won’t be available until after July 4th.
ceiling fans whirling
laying on our bedsheets
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photograph by Jay Mantri
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