“Fruit can wait” by Julia on her couch

Friday December 2, 2016
5 minutes
from a text

There’s a place in the house where he hides his stash and thinks no one on this earth will find out about it but he’s wrong. He got careless. One day he just missed a crucial step. I don’t need him to know that I know. Not yet. I know I’ll have another chance at using this information. I still don’t understand why he wouldn’t lock it up. Did he think nobody would ever go looking? Surely he had to know people were on the lookout for easy mistakes. Surely he knew he wasn’t alone anymore.