Part 2 of 6 by Nathan Tyree
After work she would walk to the apartment where she lived alone. It was a cramped, cold series of small rooms that never seemed to have enough light no matter what wattage of bulbs she chose at the hardware store. Like the waitressing job, this apartment was supposed to be temporary until something better came along. Something better never had the time or interest to make it her way. She’d shower in a vain attempt to scrub away the bar stench of cigarettes and sweat then collapse on her bed to read before drifting off to tumbled intermittent sleep. Sometimes she dreamed of Spain.
Nathan Tyree is the author of Sometimes She Dreams of Spain, Part 1 and How to Make Love Like a Zombie. (Look for Part 3 on Thursday.)