Did You Hear About Lauren? by Ben White
She wrote a story so moving it would tear down your inner walls like they were made of packing peanuts. It would filter the sun of its ultraviolet.
Perhaps her mother will find it in a notebook in the upper-right drawer of that old Craigslist desk, in the quiet near-light of the earliest morning hour. Perhaps her mother will wonder if the story is true, will wonder if it contains some explanation for why she is alone, sitting on the dusty floor of her daughter’s empty apartment, sifting through memories, divining for something, anything, to tell her what to do next.