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THREE
The make-up stained comforter was now gone, its partner stretched across the furniture, aching to fill the gap it had left. The fireplace was no longer crowded, but held just one photograph, although concealed by a pristine television.
The scent of lavender had been replaced with an overpowering smell of Marlboro cigarettes and Carlsberg, immediately obvious to anybody who entered the room. Twice as many crumbs covered the floor, trailing patterns of movement, most settling in the cracks between the sofa.
Neglected flowers wilted in the shade of drawn blinds, yearning for the affection of their former caretaker.
The scent of lavender had been replaced with an overpowering smell of Marlboro cigarettes and Carlsberg, immediately obvious to anybody who entered the room. Twice as many crumbs covered the floor, trailing patterns of movement, most settling in the cracks between the sofa.
Neglected flowers wilted in the shade of drawn blinds, yearning for the affection of their former caretaker.