So many times I have made the bed. The corners are tucked in tight, the creases smoothed out. Are the folds crooked?

My shadow slides over dark wood panelling as I circle the room. Its movement surprises me; I flinch.

His presence looms large: his raised arm, his clenched fist.

Zoey Rowan is a copywriter, content writer, and translator living in Berlin. When she isn’t writing short stories she can be found trying out new recipes or biking around her city.