Roommaid

by Sariah Wilson

I was sitting here assuming he was just one of those people the camera loved. To be fair, the camera didn’t just love him; it also brought him flowers every day for a month, sang him ballads, and wanted to meet his parents.

“Maybe grab a handbasket on your way out and see where it takes you,”

Shay muttered under her breath, adding a word that sounded suspiciously like “pass goal.”