There’s a bottle of strawberry wine on the coffee table, and a bowl of boiled peanuts, unshelled. Outside the flickering street lights shine in lieu of stars hidden by clouds and rain, of artfully placed floor lamps, of tinsel glinting under fluorescent bulbs. The new tenant lies on her belly on the wooden-looking vinyl floor, her arms bent sphinx-like. The laptop in front of her illuminates her face in the darkness of her living room as she goes online. (the lay-out chosen, the links listed, the categories and tags defined, select journal entries imported and filed—she clicks the last “publish” button) The moving’s done. The tenant sits up, reaches for the peanut bowl, cracks a pod between her thumb and forefinger. She smiles a wee smile.
Well, then. Welcome to her new home.