Short story: Squat



Chemical extraction in a filthy rental, smoke blue walls and shattered cold windows blacked out by sooty towels.

The wind teases the edges of the tacked curtains, revealing fresh sunshine and sightless eyes, a swift execution of dark corners.

Bacteria plays in curdled milk and the haze of stale cigarettes caresses the carpet.

The landlord knocks as the soul is satiated.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: satiated, execution, rental, play, and extraction.

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