Class Dismissed (One-on-One)

She turned on her step to face him, her hands on his shoulders.

"Rude," she retorted.

 

"I can tell," she replied smoothly. "But I'm not lying when I say that you're being terribly rude."

 

"Better," she said, leaning forward to kiss him lightly.

 

"Of course," she said, turning to take the steps two at a time. "Watch where you step; some of the boards are rotten."

 

The inside smelt like mildew and moss. Broken glass glitter it on the floor, and old, rusty dishes laid in various places, dormant and tired. Yellowed, crinkled papers were scattered across the floor, memories from a past life.

 

"It makes me a little sad, actually," Poppy said, kneeling down to pick up one of the pictures.

 

"I think it was just forgotten," Poppy said with a shrug.

 

"Well, if you move out, and it never gets sold, then maybe it can be forgotten. How is anything abandoned, really?"

 

"Maybe," she said thoughtfully. "But why would you have to leave a place like this?"

 

She paused, her head tilted thoughtfully.

"Maybe they were running from the law, and they had to pack everything up and leave suddenly."