Cleanup on Aisle Seven [Prompted]

“Bleach.  I can’t remember the last time I picked some up.”  He looked down at his stained shirt.  At one point, it used to be white, but that was a long time ago.  “I guess I’ll go by menswear after this…” It had been weeks since he last saw anybody.  Looking presentable was the lastContinue reading “Cleanup on Aisle Seven [Prompted]”