Written by Jacob Ibrag
Dirty surface below their feet.
She takes out the vacuum and starts her
routine. Rolling up the carpet, she finds a key.
A plastic card, room four twenty three. ‘He said
it was over, that there was only me.’ He said
what she wanted, a need to believe.
Photo by Louis Blythe
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