The Flatmate

The teakettle shrieked as Isabelle trudged across the flat to retrieve it.  She was in no hurry.  Let it scream, she thought.  She wished she could.  But Isabelle was lost in melancholia.  Screaming about Billy’s betrayal seemed too much effort.  Instead, she had been nestling within the sanctuary of sleep, still occupying only her side … More The Flatmate