Heaven Holds a Place

Bear tried to sneak into his apartment without his neighbour hearing, but she did. The door across the hall swung open.

“Oh hello,” she said.

He turned and saw her bathrobe hanging as open as the door behind her, tobacco-yellow brassiere and full wine glass in hand.

“Hi,” Bear said.

“Their damned dog was barking all day,” she said. “This used to be a high-class place, now they let anyone in.”

He shrugged. She took a step closer.

“You should come over for dinner. Chicken. I made too much.”

“Maybe another time.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, pulling him in.

(30/30 for June)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s