door swinging it open then held back while the two went inside and closed the door behind them.
Trenton glanced around, he’d already stepped over a number of items in his path from the street all the way to the door, some trash—a tricycle—a newspaper—a bum—but once inside Katianna’s apartment, the view was far cleaner despite the tossed bag of Chinese food on the kitchen floor and a few things being turned over. For one it was clean. With a fresh coat of paint on the walls, top half of the walls were yellow, the bottom half in broad stripes of green and white. They weren’t the ideal shades of color, but color none the less. The attempt rendered the space a clean look and a little more cheery against the harsh reality outside. Short yellow curtains that didn’t quite match the paint framed the one window with lace curtains hand stitched on to extend them down so they hung passed the sill.
The living space consisted of a second hand sofa with a new cover and one of those furry snuggling blankets, a coffee table and one floor lamp that at the moment was on its side.
In the kitchen, Trenton opened the frig, finding a Tupperware filled with rabbit food and cheese fixings, another with dip and a bag of Fritos, and a variety of fruit and a few other non essentials. One pot and one fry pan. Under the sink some cleaning supplies, a couple of old paint cans with second hand retail stickers and a cookie jar—with a few dollars still inside. He straightened taking in a hard breath and let it out, taking a full sweep and that’s when he realized what was missing—all the extras a person usually had with them.
There were no pictures on the walls. No knick-knacks on a shelf. No décor, not even a tv. A calendar hung on the wall next to the hall, a few abbreviated notations; two weeks ago—‘ Bug Man’ . Earlier today— ‘ Amelia’ ; five days from now— ‘ Depo due , day after that ‘ Manu- Due’ .
Trenton went to the bedroom next and at least there it looked like the place might have belonged to a woman rather than a transient.
Ultra soft sheets tucked under a white down comforter and a pile of king size pillows on the bed. The sight of them raised a fond memory and he smiled—at least he wanted to. Two lamps, one over the bed, the other with a scarf that would of given off a kaleidoscope of color when turned on sat on the small make shift desk she had set up facing out the window where she could watch people go by as she wrote her stories.
Not nearly as many clothes as a woman should have and a tell tale sign that nothing she had was new or had been for some time. He opened the nightstand to find her treasured pieces, lacy panties, a couple of fancy balconette bras and a vibrator. At least she was normal in that department. Even if it was nothing more than the ten dollar model. The second drawer was where she hid the two pairs of designer shoes she had worn at the expo.
The bathroom had even less; a medicine cabinet containing little more than liquid gel Advils, her tooth brush, all natural baking soda toothpaste and a package of cheap razors— not even a box of tampons was present. On the shower shelf a bottle of expensive shampoo and conditioner both running near empty next to the cheap brands—both full. He recalled the night he met her just over a month ago he’d caught a whiff of her hair when he was sitting next to her, he picked up the pricy stuff and sniffed. She was definitely saving the good stuff for special occasions.
Tate had stepped in just as Trenton was coming back from the bedroom and watched as the troubled man walked over to the window, inspecting the frame. “That’s where he came in, came straight up the fire escape and popped the lock ledge, climbed in.”
“I’d like to go ahead and pack up her personals and take them with me. Nothings gonna last in here while she’s gone.” Trenton spoke as he faced his own reflection in the glass.
“Doubt she’d want to come
Trenton glanced around, he’d already stepped over a number of items in his path from the street all the way to the door, some trash—a tricycle—a newspaper—a bum—but once inside Katianna’s apartment, the view was far cleaner despite the tossed bag of Chinese food on the kitchen floor and a few things being turned over. For one it was clean. With a fresh coat of paint on the walls, top half of the walls were yellow, the bottom half in broad stripes of green and white. They weren’t the ideal shades of color, but color none the less. The attempt rendered the space a clean look and a little more cheery against the harsh reality outside. Short yellow curtains that didn’t quite match the paint framed the one window with lace curtains hand stitched on to extend them down so they hung passed the sill.
The living space consisted of a second hand sofa with a new cover and one of those furry snuggling blankets, a coffee table and one floor lamp that at the moment was on its side.
In the kitchen, Trenton opened the frig, finding a Tupperware filled with rabbit food and cheese fixings, another with dip and a bag of Fritos, and a variety of fruit and a few other non essentials. One pot and one fry pan. Under the sink some cleaning supplies, a couple of old paint cans with second hand retail stickers and a cookie jar—with a few dollars still inside. He straightened taking in a hard breath and let it out, taking a full sweep and that’s when he realized what was missing—all the extras a person usually had with them.
There were no pictures on the walls. No knick-knacks on a shelf. No décor, not even a tv. A calendar hung on the wall next to the hall, a few abbreviated notations; two weeks ago—‘ Bug Man’ . Earlier today— ‘ Amelia’ ; five days from now— ‘ Depo due , day after that ‘ Manu- Due’ .
Trenton went to the bedroom next and at least there it looked like the place might have belonged to a woman rather than a transient.
Ultra soft sheets tucked under a white down comforter and a pile of king size pillows on the bed. The sight of them raised a fond memory and he smiled—at least he wanted to. Two lamps, one over the bed, the other with a scarf that would of given off a kaleidoscope of color when turned on sat on the small make shift desk she had set up facing out the window where she could watch people go by as she wrote her stories.
Not nearly as many clothes as a woman should have and a tell tale sign that nothing she had was new or had been for some time. He opened the nightstand to find her treasured pieces, lacy panties, a couple of fancy balconette bras and a vibrator. At least she was normal in that department. Even if it was nothing more than the ten dollar model. The second drawer was where she hid the two pairs of designer shoes she had worn at the expo.
The bathroom had even less; a medicine cabinet containing little more than liquid gel Advils, her tooth brush, all natural baking soda toothpaste and a package of cheap razors— not even a box of tampons was present. On the shower shelf a bottle of expensive shampoo and conditioner both running near empty next to the cheap brands—both full. He recalled the night he met her just over a month ago he’d caught a whiff of her hair when he was sitting next to her, he picked up the pricy stuff and sniffed. She was definitely saving the good stuff for special occasions.
Tate had stepped in just as Trenton was coming back from the bedroom and watched as the troubled man walked over to the window, inspecting the frame. “That’s where he came in, came straight up the fire escape and popped the lock ledge, climbed in.”
“I’d like to go ahead and pack up her personals and take them with me. Nothings gonna last in here while she’s gone.” Trenton spoke as he faced his own reflection in the glass.
“Doubt she’d want to come
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