Rie

When he invited me up to his place I expected an inconvenience or two before I'd get to sleep. But the street gets cold around midnight and hey, he might not have syphilis. Turns out Mr. Projects liked to play rough.
The room still smelled of sulfur smoke when the landlord walked in. Avoiding my eyes, he glanced around, said "He's paid up through the end of the month but it'll be two-fifty after that and I ain't cleaning up for you."
And that was how I moved back to the city.

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Posted by Gregory Taylor