Always the Last Thing You Find
It’s 3:03 a.m.
Ten seconds ago I threw everything out of the laundry room.
Except for the washer and dryer.
They take up 90 percent of the floor space.
It’s a 6 by 4 room, and this is what ended up in the hallway….
16 pots and pans, 117 twist ties, 1560 plastic white Wal-mart bags, a red scooter, 17 Amazon boxes, two mismatched shoes and a dead rabbit.
Of course, the dead bunny is always the last thing you find.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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