Her body was barely cold and already I was swamped with piles of important documents and bills. I didn’t have the courage to go through her stuff yet. It was easier to turn off the lights and let her presence linger in the apartment. Her place remained empty and dark for months. I still paid her phone bill so I wouldn’t forget the sound of her voice on the answering machine. On the weekends my friends would drunk text their girlfriends but I would call her, hoping that she would pick up. She never did but I never stopped trying.
Trotti is 24 year old New York college student majoring in Creative Writing. His fiction has appeared in Glass Cases, Six Sentences, Eskimo Pie and Down in the Dirt.
Trotti is 24 year old New York college student majoring in Creative Writing. His fiction has appeared in Glass Cases, Six Sentences, Eskimo Pie and Down in the Dirt.
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