Room To Let
by William Morgan
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“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
