One Bad Peach


When a rain comes down like this, there is plenty of time to consider your situation.  The soft pattering on the roof.  The gentle thumping on the windows.  The sun’s glow fading to a gray tone.  It all comes together like a blanket to cover up your happiness and induce drowsiness.  You know.  To hide from your problems like all the times before.  The chicken broiling in the oven.  Will you burn it again?  The payroll accounts at work.  Did you screw them up again?  And last but not least, the body on your sofa.  Will it control you?

Okay.

Not a real body.

Not a cadaver for God’s sake.

You’re not a serial killer.

Am I right?





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