“So, Amelia, you say the phone was there prior to your occupation of the unit?” The detective was handsome with her green eyes, flowing dark long hair and permanently upturned corners of her mouth giving off a friendly appearance. It didn’t take much to imagine them turned down. “That’s right”…
My heavy lids rise slowly against the morning sun peaking through a crack in the flimsy curtains. Half open, I lock in on the stale half smoked joint. Fingers glide across the ash to a lighter and I spark. I sit up into a crumple and exhale my worries around…