Trash
Trash
Stella had to give in and wrap the suspended torso in plastic to contain the stench. She paused and smiled. Six weeks later, and she was proud she didn’t give in.
“I told you I wasn’t going to take the trash out ever again.”
This is my entry for a 55 word or less weekly contest over at Jezri’s Nightmares http://www.lisamccourthollar.com/2012/08/55-word-challenge-week-twenty-four.html?showComment=1346307397393#c3561067642482021315