Oh so Beautiful Beth
“Fucking Trickles”.
In the cleaning cabinet however was a suprise. No carpet treatment left. Beth couldnt go to bed without treating the carpet. Absolutely it would overtake the fibers of the carpet overnight if she didnt treat it immediately. So throwing on an overcoat, scarf, gloves, hat and rainboots, Beth stepped out onto the street. It was then that Jonathan Myers turned to his right and noticed the woman stepping onto her front stoop. She was breathtaking. Her hair, peeking out from under a wool cap, danced in the cold wind. Her face looked from one end of the street to the other and as he watched her he fell in love a little bit. Then his car thundered into the back of Beths parked Honda Accent. A piece metal, escaping from it’s home beneath the passenger side mirror of Jonathans Ford Focus, sailed through the air, almost reaching out for Beth. It found it’s new home in the center of her skull and sliding down the stairs outside the front of her house, she couldnt even realize how strange this all was. Inside, Trickles meowed with a fierce intensity, but went unheard. With her very last moment on earth Beth saw a man crawl out from beneath what was left of her vehicle. His leg was broken, bloody and disguisting to look at. Beth didnt compute this. She only lay in a pool of blood in the state of Michigan and died.