My lover says, It isn’t crimey enough. Where’s the victims? The damage?
I say, Wait until the final episode.
We are mid-binge, mid-nachos, feet-up lounging on our former ex’s mid-century couch. Both of us still had keys. Sticking a B&E on us would be tough. Our fingerprints never moved out.
(Originally published in Blink-Ink, Print Issue #38: True Crime, 2019)