Dmitri

I was sitting at the table drinking the morning sludge and reading the paper. That woman was already gone for the day her lingering cloying perfume gnawed at me.

I was half a pack in and could still smell her, hated it.

If things weren't already bad enough I could hear your footsteps timidly padding this way as you woke up. Didn't look, didn't need to. Just rustled the paper and turned the page.