Just mucking around with stories — so these are two different readings of the same story. The audio and video are separate recordings, so you can listen to the audio above on its own, or with reading the story below. Or you can watch the video. Or any combo…
Click:
They’d met at a café. First impressions were awful. But by coffee number three, things had reset. She’d spilled a drink on his lap. He laughed it off. She blushed and grinned. It was already a story.
The click was instant. Like a fridge magnet finding its place. A done deal.
One month later, they were living together — one main room and one bedroom, a third flatmate named Mike. A quiet mechanic who mostly kept to himself. Cheap rent, just for the couch, but every little bit helped them.
Tama didn’t have much of a job — calling himself a musician was generous. A keyboard player in a band that scored bar gigs twice a month if lucky. Miri was at polytech, studying photography. She worked harder than him, that was clear. Mike often loaned Tama money.
One night, Mike brought his workmates around for drinks. Miri wandered through, taking photos, ignoring a few crude shouts. Tama came home when the drinking games were mid-chant, whisked her away for coffee and cake.
It was over a slice of pecan pie that she told him.
“I’m pregnant.”
Tama choked. Coughed. Wiped his mouth. “Come again?”
“You won’t actually need to”, she said, with a laugh. “Two months,” she said more calmly.
“What the fuck are we gonna do?” His voice cracked.
“Become parents.”
He stared at the table. His chest fluttered with something between panic and awe. “Seriously, Miri…”
“I’ll finish my course. You’ll get a job. We’ll figure it out.”
And somehow, that calmed him. They hugged in the middle of the café. Someone clapped. They left grinning.
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