Sincerely, Your Former Roommate

by Fiddlebottoms


Epilude

... And thus, the last note concludes. The paper is ragged at the lower edge where it brushes the floor, hanging as it does off the bottom of the refrigerator door. There is nothing else of history in this abandoned place, just dust and a few take-out menus.

On the table lays a single piece of paper, informing the remaining occupant that her rent is overdue and that she has 24 hours to vacate the premises or pay the total rent plus late fees. With no companions left to rely on, one can only conclude that she vacated for more humble dwellings.

No historian has ever been able to determine why these notes were left completely intact, displaying a rainbow of passive-aggression and bitterness. Perhaps, it was to serve as a warning to future generations about the dangers of indirect communication? A cautionary tale for which three potential friends payed dearly. How differently might the history of this abandoned place have played out had they just discuss their differences reasonably?

Or maybe people are just lazy and don't clean up after themselves when they move out.

Isn't that right, Lewis? Guess what? I gave all your shit away. Including that violin you paid $500 for. Yeah, the one you kept reminding me not to mess with despite the fact that I NEVER MESSED WITH YOUR STUFF, EVER.

But someone else is messing with it now.

Because. I. Gave. It. Away.

Suck on it, Lewis. Suck on it till it's dry.

Sincerely,

Your Former Roommate