Flash Fiction - Clean Houses
Tyaeda
Published
06/20/2011
(LAMP SHADE, HOURGLASS, DIAPER)
Someone once told me "Meth Freaks have clean houses".
"When they're high, all they do is clean, and organize."
Crack smells like burning a soiled diaper. I don't know which is more shameful to be familiar with, but I do know that it's never been anything I ever considered "clean".
I also wouldn't call where I stay a house, or home, for that matter. Sure there are walls and a ceiling, that I enjoy very much.
Also got a couch that many a creature finds confortable, and my little way of knowing my electricity hasn't been cut off yet - a loner floor lamp, appropriately missing it's lamp shade.
Junkies have junkie homes. Clean Freaks have clean homes. I would suggest that it makes sense, but I'm not one to talk much about "sense". I don't even know what clean means.
Like an hourglass with a sand-clot, I sit on my couch and envy the light my lamp shines upon the environment we share.
"Sorry I can't give you one of those clean houses we were talking about."
Someone once told me "Meth Freaks have clean houses".
"When they're high, all they do is clean, and organize."
Crack smells like burning a soiled diaper. I don't know which is more shameful to be familiar with, but I do know that it's never been anything I ever considered "clean".
I also wouldn't call where I stay a house, or home, for that matter. Sure there are walls and a ceiling, that I enjoy very much.
Also got a couch that many a creature finds confortable, and my little way of knowing my electricity hasn't been cut off yet - a loner floor lamp, appropriately missing it's lamp shade.
Junkies have junkie homes. Clean Freaks have clean homes. I would suggest that it makes sense, but I'm not one to talk much about "sense". I don't even know what clean means.
Like an hourglass with a sand-clot, I sit on my couch and envy the light my lamp shines upon the environment we share.
"Sorry I can't give you one of those clean houses we were talking about."
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