in the small apartment has always been kept at just south of frigid.
Barry has maintained the chill for so long, dating back to his college
roommate from sophomore year, the one whose nose whistled when he
spoke, that his reasons for wanting the apartment so cold have long
been forgotten. The cool air escaping from floor vents dotted along
the base boards simply brought comfort to Barry, while simultaneously
guaranteeing unease for friends and family while paying in frequent
visits. Barry's parents preferred the warmth of Florida; his friends
just preferred their work.
xxxxxBarry calibrated the thermostat
every morning, forever tweaking and refining according to the local
news stations projected forecast. Barry knew he had successfully
reached his target when a thin layer of frost crept across the monochromatic
kitchen appliances supplied by his on-line shopping account. He
would then brave his kitchen, marveling at how his bare feet left
spots of moisture on the sterile white tiles, or the way a handprint
marred the silvery surface of his toaster for a fleeting moment,
before his warmth dissipated in the overpowering cold. The pristine
kitchen wares, impervious to human touch, have claimed Barry's apartment
as their own.
The Elitists say: Scott's story won our little
competition hands down. Every "editor" (we like to call
ourselves that from time to time) was taken in by his incredible
word usage and Scott's talent in conveying detail to the reader.
Personally I think Tennessee Williams would consider Scott a kindred