The motor of the vacuum roared to life with the flip of a switch, then coughed and sputtered like the old man across the road already on his 2nd bottle of whiskey and a half a pack of smokes.
There were two kinds of cleaners in this world. The kind that made homes look shiny and clean. And the kind that let you eat off the floors. The 115334 vacuum motor was neither one.
It had too much pride and wasn't about to become someone's play toy, tucked away inside some dark and lonely closet at the end of the day. No. It was better than that.
It was the kind that you found sucking up the blood off the floors where dead bodies had laid only moments before.
The kind that caused the low life, the scum, the worst of the worst to stand up and take notice.
If you didn't, if by even the slightest chance you didn't? Well, let's just say you'd end up being a part of that dead body count it was racking up, faster than the flies could get to them.
Course it made no difference to that blood sucking machine whether you were a criminal or not. If you were in its path, you had no choice but to be its next victim. There were no survivors.
Or so it thought. Now, here I am, telling you what I know, what I see and what it wants me to see.
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Hi,
ReplyDeleteAre you going to post the rest of the story? You're off to a great start. My favorite channel is TruTV: Forensic Files, etc. I write dark short stories in addition to humor.
Hi Lauren,
ReplyDeleteI've posted a little more, but I personally don't think it's as good as this part. What do you think? I am keeping this one and really thinking about doing something more with it.