(F.F.F. Website Story)
Mia only came back for a final sweep of the flat; she and Mark had already loaded a myriad of cardboard boxes into her granddad’s transit, but something about the emptiness made her pause.
Surveying their old room, she hovered on the threshold. Scrifitto marks littered the carpet like an early Mondrian painting. Four individual divots mapped out the placement of the bedposts. The T.V. stand was now a patch of compressed fibers.
Before leaving, Mia worked the nap of the carpet with her foot, brushing it one way and then the other, erasing the story told by negative space.