The staleness of the small room was not yet evident and It was always like this in the morning. Nothing smelled. Not hardly hot nor cold or bright or dull. It just was. Mornings were always new and foreign at least for a moment…seconds, whatever. He was never for sure how long morning innocence lasted. Usually until he opened his eyes paused and took his first eyes wide opened breath. He broke the pause for a moment and took gaze around the room. The yellowed peeling walls with the shit-colored water stain on the ceiling above the defunct wall heater. He looked over at the scuffed wooden nightstand. His cell phone was blinking with messages. In the past his heart would have paced quicker. Now he knew it was most likely nothing. Dregs calling in responses to the different ads he had placed. Like stray dogs sniffing road kill for the first time.
The stench was there now. How long had it taken, two minutes? He looked over at the vomit-encrusted clock with its urine-colored hands. Two o'clock. Same time it always said. They say a broken clock is right two times a day, but his had been right three times yesterday. Maybe it was time to get a new broken clock. The phone screeched like a feral cat facing down another feral cat under a full moon. Let the machine get it.
"Hello? Yeah, I'm callin' about your ad for the dead squirrel? I'd be willin' to go as high as fifteen bucks if it's fresh. Name's Rixi, 555-1127."
Christ, what a way to make a living.
Opening: Paul.....Continuation: Evil Editor