It’s 5am. I didn’t sleep well so I’ve come out to the kitchen to find something to eat. I can hear Tiffany’s footsteps coming toward the kitchen.
‘mornin’
‘Morning Brandon! I want to resurrect Josh!’
Right then!
‘uh, so you know he’s dead then.’
‘Of course I do! I walked past his grave last night didn’t I?’
Here’s me cryin’ like a baby all afternoon and Tiffany, his girlfriend, shrugs and bites into her toastie!
How’s that for true love.



I eat the rest of my toastie in silence. Tiffany puts her coat on and wanders outside. I put my hoodie and jeans on and follow her thinking she might need a shoulder to cry on.
She’s walking up to the cow plant. What is she gonna do?? Maybe she’s one of those people who bottles up her emotions and let’s them out with manic violence. Maybe she’ll pull out an axe from her pocket-cos that’s where people round here keep large objects like that- and hack it into tiny pieces. If that’s the case, I’m all for it!
Go Tiffany!



She’s reaching for its udder. She’s pulling on it. She’s gonna rip em off!!
No?
She’s …..milking it?
She’s milking it?
I have to say that twice to make sure I heard myself correctly the first time.



Now she’s squeezing it into a glass-that she pulled from her back pocket of course.
Daylight appears. This is where mum would say ‘What the hell? It was night time a second ago…where did dawn go?’
Me, I don’t get that. I’ve never seen dawn.



Tiffany is drinking the milk!



The glass has disappeared and she’s throwing her arms in the air shouting.
‘I feel rejuvenated! I believe I’ve added valuable years to my life!....
….Mmmm refreshing life extending essence. That was good!’



Yeah that’s because you just drank your boyfriend!
True love lives! Right on! Now they are one.