moving through her soul. drawing a second deep breath she watched the traffic below and continued going over her list.
she twirled the now empty lighter in her hand, wondering how such a good friend had worked against her all along. crushing the empty cigarette box before throwing it on the roof with the lighter she wondered for a moment if it all been a conspiracy. “of course,” she laughed loudly, disturbing only the stubborn pigeons who had yet to fly away.
the super, a man that reminded her of a father she might have had, would at first think she had taken a weekend with a lover, perhaps out to the 