Room To Let
by William Morgan
“See Missus?The room’s too small.”
Huh, look at that? She has her hands to her face, she’s gone all pale, and her mouth is open in a big wide O. Reminds of that painting I once saw. Some brain and bone slides down the wall and her Yorkie runs and tears into it as if it hasn’t been fed in weeks.
Mrs Brannon gasps, collapses.
I let go of the little boys leg, and step over Mrs Brannon, scratch out her listing.
On to the next one.
Looks like this is gonna take a while