The Sheets


Rick and the woman stood under a bridge. “Well,”
she said. “Pop a squat, bub. This is it. Home sweet
Home.” Rick looked around and frowned at the dripping
walls and animals in traps and snares. “I like
what you’ve done with the place,” he tells her. She laughs
and pulls the ten dollar bill out of her bra.
“I’m going to buy a house with this,” she says.
“A little place off somewhere in the forest.”
Rick nods and raises an eyebrow. “Or…” he says.
“You could just get on the train with me and we
could live in my one bedroom apartment. I’d
even sleep on the couch if that would make you
feel comfortable. Or I could sleep above
the sheets.” The woman giggled. “Four feet above…”


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