Sunday April 7, 2019
When She Leaves Me
James Wyatt, JR.
The room isn’t exactly dingy, but it’s nothing fancy. You starfish on the bed and sigh. I check out the bathroom. I start running a bath. I don’t have tub in my studio apartment. It almost deterred me but then I remembered my budget and how I promised myself I’d finish my novel this year and the more I paid in rent the less I could write because I’d have to work at the bar and good grief am I really forty two years old and pouring pitchers of beer…
“Shall I join you?” You call from the bed.
“If you’d like!” I call back.
“What would you like?” You say, appearing in the doorway.