The Month of April
LiL Pippin Padfoot
Disclaimer: Do Not Own!
It had been too much for Maureen. The blood in the bathroom that her and Mark had cleaned up. So much blood. And then, everywhere in the small apartment, was something of April's. A hairbrush, a sweater (though, how it ended up under the kitchen counter, Maureen did not want to know), an earring here, a bottle of nail polish there.
There were too many memories of good times. Mark was out one day, and avoiding Roger's room, Maureen quietly packed her things, and moved them one by one to her new girlfriend's apartment. Joanne's apartment was clean and neat, and, well, Joanne. No signs of blood, AZT medication, broken dreams, or shattered love.
It was not a Maureen type place.
But it was better than no where.