Closing the busted townhouse door, I enter, breathe in the clean air, the quiet, the warmth. A foreign-feeling sense of security envelops me. The “Bon Voyage” balloons in midair are slowly deflating.
I wonder how they’ll feel about this, after ignoring my “I work for food” sign for so long.
Monica is a sustainability manager by day and a writer by night.
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.
Since Jasper’s grandfather cleared land illegally to establish the farm, title couldn’t be issued.
Three generations continuously cleared land.
When an Environment Department auditor showed up to measure the clearance, Jasper shot the official dead.
Today the Environment Court seized the farm, causing Jasper more grief than his life sentence.
Barry O’Farrell is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. He is enjoying the challenge of microfiction, with other stories appearing in A Story In 100 Words.