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Cleaning Up
Characters: Reece and OPEN
Setting: Midday, level 2 balcony
It had taken longer than he would have liked to find everything he needed, bleach from the laundry room, a bucket and gloves from the tool shed, hot water from the kitchen and a sponge and brush.
It was a task he was silently dreaded, though thankfully not as big a smear of blood as he’d thought. It had dried on though by the time Reece got there and once he started, he was really forced to scrub at it to get rid of it. And he’d been at it for a bit, minus a small break when he found the broken nail shoved into one of the cracks. That had sent him back to his room to dry heave for a few minutes before he could bring himself back to work. And just like everything else, he shoved the memory away, focusing on scrubbing instead. Most of it was gone though, brush stained burgundy and sponge worn through. The bucket of bleach and hot water was a sickening color, but Reece wasn’t looking at it.
Setting: Midday, level 2 balcony
It had taken longer than he would have liked to find everything he needed, bleach from the laundry room, a bucket and gloves from the tool shed, hot water from the kitchen and a sponge and brush.
It was a task he was silently dreaded, though thankfully not as big a smear of blood as he’d thought. It had dried on though by the time Reece got there and once he started, he was really forced to scrub at it to get rid of it. And he’d been at it for a bit, minus a small break when he found the broken nail shoved into one of the cracks. That had sent him back to his room to dry heave for a few minutes before he could bring himself back to work. And just like everything else, he shoved the memory away, focusing on scrubbing instead. Most of it was gone though, brush stained burgundy and sponge worn through. The bucket of bleach and hot water was a sickening color, but Reece wasn’t looking at it.