Forethought: A short story

The stain will not come out. No matter how hard I scrub, no matter what cleaners I use. Hell, I even rented one of those steam cleaners from the supermarket.
What the hell am I going to do?
I know!
I’ll go get an area rug to cover it! Yes!
But…it’s in such an odd place…
Ugh… maybe if I get a big enough area rug, to cover most of the room, it will look okay, and not out of place.
At least I rolled his body onto a tarp before dragging him into the backyard.
He’ll make my garden bloom so lovely in the spring.

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0 Responses to Forethought: A short story

  1. Ah, I love this one. The last line is priceless!

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