jelliebeers

The apartment was acceptable.
The room had a window and door.
I told the broker that I would take it.
I scribbled on a piece of paper to finalize the deal.
As soon as my pen left the contract, I noticed an open door.

In the room was a solitary litter box.
There was litter and dried up cat turds all over the floor.
Large mounds of litter covered every square inch of the small windowless room.
I could already feel the blue and grey pebbles stuck to the soles of my bare feet.

I didn’t even notice any cats living there.