Moonlight struggled through the
cloudy sky, occasionally lighting upon the dreary facade of Student
Housing Building F. Half way down a hallway on the third floor was a
whitewashed door with an age-tarnished brass nine nailed to it. Long
ago someone had painted a crude six in front of the room number, its
peeling red paint a testament to the uncaring attitude that pervaded
the cheap college dormitory. Past the vandalized door, in a cramped,
dimly lit living space, two young women sat on a couch,

Mommy’s toilet
Evan and his mother
Olivia were sat on the couch watching telly. While most teenage boys
would be up in there room or hanging out with friends, Evan enjoyed
spending time with his mum. Ever since his dad had abandoned them he
felt a need to be supportive to his mother. Their interests were very
similar so talking to her about films felt as natural as talking to a
mate. Olivia was in many ways a child at heart so it wasn’t hard to
see why she got along so well with children rat