Bodies

It’s dark. Around ten o’clock. I’m on my way home and my usual route had been cut off for road work. I take a turn down an ally that takes me to the end of my street.

While walking I step in a puddle. Which is unusual since it hasn’t rained in a week. I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn on the flash light.

“Holy shit!”

Great a fucking body.

I lean down in hopes this is just some beat up guy, but there’s no pulse.

My breathing picks up. I wipe my hands on my jeans and walk away from the body. I pull my shoes off and decide I’d rather take the long way home.

When I make it home I bring my shoes to the bathroom. I pull out a bottle of paroxide. I read in a book once that this could get rid of blood. So after cleaning my shoes I put them in the washer for extra measure. I want nothing to do with what I saw. Someone else will find that body and be a good person. I’m not that someone.

I turn on the tv and let whatever channel is on play. I go to the kitchen and pull out a pan of stir fry. I take out a spoon and start scooping it onto a plate. I put the plate in the microwave and the pan back in the fridge.

I go find clothes to change into. Once I hear the microwave go off I make my way back to the kitchen. I sit on the couch and start eating my food.

I finish throw my plate away and get in the shower. I’m in there for almost an hour. I climb out wrap a towel around my waist and wipe the mirror to get rid of the fog. I brush my teeth. Wash my face and go to my room. I get dressed and go to the living room to turn off the tv.

I go back to my room and lay down.

I had a rough nights sleep.