Cleanliness is Next to Deadliness
by Laurel Manning
Do you believe that you can create your own fate? I always believed I would die in the shower and every time I stepped in I feared the inevitable.
Yesterday I didn’t bother showering so today I must. The hairs on my arm start to rise as step under. I know he’s out there, the man with the knife, my shower killer.
I’m in, what’s that noise? Oh God he’s here. A shadow looms in the doorway. I hear “Hi Honey” before I slip and crack my head open on the shower floor. COD: Household Accident. My husband is devastated.