She gets up and goes to the other bathroom. The one they never use. As she sits there she hears, then smells, then sees this grunge of a man sitting on the tub. Ambien fog at 4 AM? She asks him, “Do you live here?”
“Only at night,” he says.
Deanna wrote this at four in the morning near the end of December.
I love this story. It’s different. Spooky if read one way. And a tale of a man’s homelessness plight on the other.
Julia – thanks for your comment. I’m always surprised when words find there way to a story.
Awesome story!
JT – thank you!