The night was setting in. The warmth of the day descended and in its place there now appeared coolness. It was time for jeans and a sweater.
As Julia made her way out of the room she confined herself into the past few weeks, that woman appeared.
She stood over the kitchen sink, peeling what seemed to be potatoes and paused just as Julia had made her way towards the side door.
“Julia,” she began. “You do know that this is a rent month don’t you?”
Julia stopped in her tracks and looked back at that woman.
“But I thought,” she began,” that next month was a rent month.” Continue reading