Heat

by David Byron Queen

 

He read somewhere if a person were to yell for eight years they could theoretically generate the energy needed to heat a cup of coffee. 

This seemed like a lot of work, too much. But what did he have going on? 

So he gave it a try: ahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh ahhh ahhhhhh ahhhh ahhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhh ahhhhhhh ahhh ah ahh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhh 

Until his neighbor pounded on the wall of his apartment. He stopped yelling, moved on. It was less essential, his need, for a heated coffee anyway. Not worth yelling for eight years. Eight years was a long time. In eight years the world could change, he could change. 

He could change.


David Byron Queen grew up in Ohio. His work has appeared in Vol. 1 Brooklyn, VICE, Hobart, Split Lip Magazine, and elsewhere. He has an MFA from the University of Montana, where he was a Truman Capote Fellow. Currently he lives in New York and runs the indie publishing company 'word west.' Find him on Twitter @byron_queen.

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