Of all the garden level apartments in the city someone had chosen to break into Isaac’s. It was kind of flattering in a way. Returning home after a long day of work to see a broken window and shards of glass glinting upon the grimy carpet--that was a little scary. But when he heard the burglar shuffling around in his bedroom and peered around the doorway, the real shock was simply seeing another actual human being here, in his apartment. His girlfriend of four years had broken up with him over a year ago, he hadn’t made a single friend since moving to the city and his coworkers at the call center alternated between hostile and sullen, barking at their callers and then staring belligerently at one another between calls. But now, Isaac thought, I have a visitor.
From Weave Magazine Issue 06. Available for purchase here.