Joanna M Cregan

Right Behind Your Eyes

Whoever used to live in this apartment left behind beautiful things: a king-sized bed with sheets as soft as a mother's kiss, bottles that smell like mist and meadows and money arranged in the shower. A pillowy couch and huge tv without so much as a scratch, since this unit is one of the few with all its windows intact. But this just doesn't feel like the right place to wait for the storm that will probably kill us. I slide my hand into Arson's and lead him out onto the balcony.