It was her house; she did what she wanted.
I felt a giant spoon digging my insides out.
She looked at the oval mirror and said that's it, and to lock the door on my way out. Leave the spare under the mat.
I kicked my lucky underwear beside her shitty futon, but didn't slam the door.
I drove past the green park and it began to rain. I took a shortcut.
I forgot to turn on the wipers.
There was a thump, back there, somewhere.