by Brent R. Oliver
When the dryer buzzed, I almost spilled my drink. I’d just begun to relax. It takes awhile to come down after a big one like this.
The rags and towels were from the dryer and smelled great. I buried my face in their comforting heat and breathed deep. Mmmm…that was relaxing.
They were still slightly stained. That stuff, the red stuff, never comes all the way out of fabric. No problem. More important that I got it all off the walls and the floor and the knives. And the ceiling.
I mean, what was I thinking? Three hookers?
BIO: Brent R. Oliver is an award-eligible horror author, commenter, and enthusiast. For more of his work, please check out his website at brentroliver.com