Trinket picks up her pace
as she heads across the quad
and passes the school's pool.
The sounds of whistles and
splashing fill the night air.
Trinket stops at the bike rack
and unlocks her bike.
Trinket barrels across the campus
and onto Main Street.
Her bike turns onto Birch Street
and she makes a quick right
into her driveway.
Trinket quietly unlocks the
front door and enters the house.
The Old Landlady immediately
shuffles out of her bedroom,
"You're late, dear."
Trinket smiles, "I'm so sorry.
It was my night to close down
the computers.”
The Old Landlady sits down on the
sofa, “Did you get any dinner?”
“Not yet.”
“I made a lasagna. I want you
to warm it up, dear.”
“Lasagna sounds great. Thank you.
Would it be alright if I put in a
load of laundry while I’m eating?”
Would it be alright if I put in a
load of laundry while I’m eating?”
The Old Landlady waves her off,
“Don’t worry about me, dear. I’ll be
up for a few hours. I want to watch
the late news tonight.”
Trinket puts the lasagna into
the oven.
Trinket stuffs her laundry into
the washer.
Trinket puts the lasagna into
the oven.
Trinket stuffs her laundry into
the washer.