Ive Seen Worse

The door creaked as it opened, and the first thing Teresa noticed was the smell of mothballs and wet towels. She flicked the switch on as she stepped in, dropping her duffel bag on the floor as she looked around. The floors were cheap and were covered in a thin sheet of mist from the humidity. The white walls were covered with streaks, years and years of nicotine leaving their mark. And as she walked over and examined the bed, she noticed the few tiny holes that had been eaten into the duvet that laid across the queen size bed. She glanced over her shoulder and her eyes met a familiar pair of dark brown ones. They looked back at her apologetically, guiltily, but Teresa just smiled back.

“I’ve seen worse.”