“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“You kidding? My curiosity is killing me.”
“I just thought that after what he did. To you, I mean.”
“And a whole lot of other women. Yeah, well. I’m over it. Getting over it, anyway. Maybe this will help.”
“The detective told me that nobody’s been in here since he was executed.”
“Who’s been paying the rent?”
“I guess he set it up to get paid automatically. A bank sends a check every month.”
“So he was expecting to be caught.”
“I guess guys like him get more brazen as they go.”
“Guys like him.”
Note: I often abstain when the prompt photograph comes from this particular contributor since his prose poems often feature brutal violence against women and sometimes children (always from the point of view of the perpetrator), but every so often I can’t resist poking the bear.