By Amanda Rivard
In the elevator, a couple canoodles with their backs to me. He’s good-looking, with brown hair. She smells like peonies and smiles at my spying reflection in the silver doors. Embarrassed, I press into the corner, pretend to study the operating panel, and rush out when it’s my turn to apartment 405.
I give David his key. He says nothing while handing me a worn romance novel, a toothbrush, jeans, and a dried rose from our first date. When he closes the door, I crumple the rose and watch our relationship fall to the floor.
Then I take the stairs down.
Well done! I like the flower and elevator imagery. Thanks for sharing.
Well crafted, great descriptive details.
Was there with that broken person! Good job
Nice descriptive snapshot of life, love the title!
A small snippet that reveals a larger story, well done
Really enjoyed reading this!