Day's Work

There was nothing that George hated more than cleaning up other people’s messes. Especially ones like the mess he was currently cleaning. When he had first started this job he could hardly keep down the meals that his wife Carrie made for him. But the pay was too good to pass up so he stayed instead of quitting.

His mop and jumpsuit were both stained rust brown, but darker semi-wet splotches stained his legs. He grabbed his rubber gloves and put them on, they always smelled of bleach. He loved the smell of bleach. 

George pulled over the enormous rolling bin that he had brought with him into the room. Taking a deep breath, he bent over to pick up discarded baseball bat. He put it in his bin and reached down for something else.  A stained denim shirt with a logo to some company. He checked the pocket for any cash, finding none he threw the shirt into the bin as well. He bent down again, this time it was a severed human arm. George pocketed the watch and threw the arm into the bin. He looked down to see a gutted human torso. He sighed.

There was nothing that George hated more than cleaning up other people’s messes. But it was all in a days work….

Fin

Inspired by Sir Jestro's  The Marionette's Maze.

Go read it!

-Good ol' Fun