PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Clive dusted his hands. “All done for today. Your entire life in one small unit.”
“A unit with the dimensions of a grave.” Asiya quipped. She forced a smile.
“You know, I have a spare mattress at home, if you ever…”
“Oh! that’s okay. I’m staying with a friend.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, said goodbye and left. She didn’t think he believed her.
She made sure he was gone. Then she unlocked the door to the storage unit, walked through it and locked it behind her.
She hid behind her piano and settled in for the night.
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