Home Alone

A rare alignment of the stars saw Rudy with the house to himself. After ordering in Thai, he settled on the couch with wine and chocolate. As he grasped the TV remote, a frisson of pleasure electrified him. Excitedly, he began scrolling through various streaming services for the perfect film. But what was perfect for such a moment? The minutes passed. Spoiled for choice and wracked by indecision, Rudy began to get increasingly agitated. Then frantic. Eventually it was too late to start a film, so he briefly hate-watched commercial TV before going to bed, red-hot with existential angst.