Timothy watched the red ant scurry across the fingers of his left hand before it stopped to bite his palm. He knew there would be slight pain, but he thought it was important for the ant to be able to express its feelings without being killed. He had watched the colony preparing to leave for roughly a week now. However, his efforts had gone unnoticed by his girlfriend, despite his attempts to enlighten her on the subject. He remembered the time she had cruelly murdered the crane fly, luring it into her cupped hands before locking it in the microwave for several seconds on high power, then another minute, just to make sure. Then there was the time she had trapped Boris, the household spider of seven years, in an airtight container and left it for days to suffocate, simply to maintain her peace of mind as she roamed the house, sockless.Her peace of mind needed a lot of maintaining, but Timothy had grown accustomed to this. He despised the term high maintenance, but lately found he had sunk to new levels and had begun to use the term sparingly among friends. Pippa was, after all, part of the “much†landed gentry, but he was willing to overlook this small matter when they first met. Yet recently, he had begun to realise just how pretentious their names sounded when pronounced as a couple. His mother had always been wary of the name Timothy, with its tinny sounding delusions of grandeur but his father had proved to be very persistent, so Timothy comforted himself as a child with the fact that his name was not Egburt. He looked down and winced at his palm, which had already swollen considerably. There was no sign of the ant. The thought of Pippa had managed to obtain a cunningly similar effect to that of extra strength ibuprofen; a thought that both scared Timothy and made him smile, with roughly equal measure.It was later that evening, sitting in the comfort of his shabby leather sofa, that Timothy found himself looking at Pippa in an unfamiliar manner. The glances of infatuation had ceased many months ago, but he felt uneasy in consideration of his new emotion that seemed to mix an overwhelming boredom with elements of disgust. As if sensing that the air was slightly stale around her, Pippa lifted her mundane face and smiled at Timothy, who returned the smile with ease.
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