Janelle looked around the empty studio. It was small, but it was all hers. No more sharing space with messy, noisy flatmates.
Back at her old place, she always had to clean the kitchen before cooking, as the sink was perpetually full of dishes. Now, she had her own set of plates and could come and go freely.
It would take time to furnish, but that was exciting.
First things first. She opened a tin of white paint, eager to get started. The blank walls felt like a fresh start, and she couldn’t wait to make this space truly hers.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
