student tableau

It wasn't the heap of wet clothes hung on the back of the chair, although they are starting to smell.

It wasn't the heap of dirty dishes by the sink, or the flies buzzing round the lights.

It certainly wasn't the broom we threw out the window.

I'm pretty sure it wasn't the empty vodka bottle on the table.

It wasn't even the plastic cups, reused for drinking coke floats, with a residue of gin still in the bottom.

It was the wet slap noise that the microwaved bread and cheese made when I dropped it onto Est's Writing and Performance notes instead of a plate. That was what made the student tableau complete.