Clean Hands
I have a new story up at Monkey Bicycle!
March 2018
He’s only a park gardener. Shaves, makes coffee, watches porn, wipes up the mess.
She’s only a traffic controller. Does her crunches and pushups, skips breakfast, curses everyone on the bus before charging out into the street.
They both love Johnnie Walker and unsoiled sheets. They wash their hands before going to bed—soap them, scrub them, rinse them. They don’t want the dirt and grime of life to defile their sleep.
There’s a kid, too, their kid, although they didn’t make him. He’s only twelve and already no good.
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