A Quiet Place to Rest
“Good morning!” he said as I shuffled out into the living room. Peering out the window through bleary eyes, I could see that the sun was only just starting to breach the horizon. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out, my wits still slowly condensing out of the mist of sleep. “Did you like the drum solo I wrote to commemorate our first night together as roommates?” he asked.
I took a deep breath and wondered if another body would fit in the chest I had buried in the park.