No. 530

Erin Larson finally got the zipper closed on the overstuffed suitcase. She was leaving in the morning, and happy beyond words about it. It was time for a new start.

She heaved the suitcase vertical and dragged it to the door. As she turned out the lights for the last time, she looked back at the sparse apartment. Everything too large to carry was still in its normal place, and the power light blinked on the TV.

“So long, Erin Larson,” she said to the empty room. “You were great.”