A Wonderful World
The battle was a brutal one, and many cans of Bon Ami were lost to the cause before Karen finally emerged victorious from the oven's open maw. The oven was sparkling clean, no longer the piece of junk he had picked up by the wayside the day before. Karen's face was less than perfect. Large blobs of congealed grease and remover clung from the tip of his nose like bulbous sores, his face seeming to look like the victim of some medieval infectious disease. A hard scrubbing with the brilo-pad to his face and half the squeeze bottle of soap acted as the proper disinfectant, returning his skin to a normal, if somewhat redder, complexion.
With forced effort Karen clambered over the mountain of books in his small living space, their covers upturned and unkempt from many previous owners, and opened the window to let out the smell of cleaner.
"Could hardly breathe in this stink hole," Karen gulped as he hung his hand over the rim, leaning out into the void of the gaian field beyond. Everywhere Gaians were celebrating an early spring, cleaning their houses, rushing for groceries, and taking advantage of the latest sales.
I'd like to visit that new CrossStitch store sometime, Karen thought with relish, slightly drooling over the idea of a new pair of clothes. A pair of pants would do.
· Sun Mar 04, 2012 @ 02:22am · 2 Comments