The View From A Window
Hurt and spite makes for delicious delights.
Tina stiffened as she opened the door and stepped aside for Carol to enter the apartment. This was the first time they saw each other since Carol had walked out two weeks ago. “I just came to get my passport, not to fight.” “You know where it is.” Tina waved her hand in dismissal and walked over to the one large window in her skyrise studio apartment. The rent was almost more than she could afford, but she would live off...
