Published in Dark Perceptions·Sep 20, 2021Reflections of a crime scene cleanerThe thoughts of an ordinary man in a not-so-ordinary business. — I walked through the door of that dimly lit ground-level one-bedroom apartment on a cold December Christmas day, peering into the living room. I saw a couple of family pictures on the wall, an old La-Z-Boy recliner, an old CRT tv from the 80s, maybe, and a big stain on…Fiction5 min readFiction5 min read
Published in Dark Perceptions·Sep 16, 2021HomeAs I sat in the corridor of hell in that creaky old wheelchair, many others, I am sure, sat in it before meeting their death. I watched all the nurses walk back and forth. The faces on them showed that there was almost nothing there, nothing behind their eyes. They…Fiction6 min readFiction6 min read
