1AM
Gerald sat with his back to the bedroom wall. The cat rubbed against his leg, more out of hunger than affection. The pressure he had felt in his chest when that nosey b***h was walking around was still there. He knew he could not really live here forever, but he did not want to leave yet. He was sometimes surprised that the water still worked, despite all the red-coloured bills that occasionally dropped through the letterbox. The electricity had been cut off long ago, hence the occasional candles and oil lamps, and the water was always cold as a result. Nevertheless, it was a home. It was quiet. It was better than a tent. It was, until today, safe and protected. Gerald had only one real choice: move on. That choice, though, seemed a tough one to take. The man was gone, the policeman w
