Saturday, June 25, 2011

Twisted


Hello? Anyone home? Hello?

The back door is wide open. The whole neighborhood reeks with the rotten-egg smell of Mercaptan and the fresh flesh of sheered trees.

Hello?

We step inside and look around. The curtains lay like lank hair with a part in it. This was a carefully tended apartment at one point, you can tell. Photos are framed. There are throw pillows on the couch. There’s a vacuum cleaner.

Maybe just after a marriage broke up, or a child got sick, or the working hours got longer, household chores had been curtailed, but the intentions remained. Anyway, there's no telling. This is just speculation, even though it's not our business to speculate. Our business is to search and rescue people.

Hello? Is there anyone here? ...