Calendar by Susan Tepper

By the time it was spring the kitchen still wasn’t cleaned up. Every dish and pot and pan and bit of silverware filthy with dried on food. Potholders and dish rags and dish towels filthy. The countertops and table. Even the window sills had crud. I saw something that might have been old spaghetti sauce splatters. I scraped at it then sniffed. It smelled like something not tomato. Blood? There was a murder in this kitchen right around Christmas. They came in while we were sleeping and shot Wulka dead. He was cooking meth he knew his days were scattered. He used to say that after he made us promise. Keep quiet or your days are scattered Wulka said. Tootie was afraid and used to whimper in his sleep. We shared a room up top the house. I was scared but being older couldn’t let it show. After they shot Wulka someone hung a cloth calendar of the new year. It could have been his mother. She’s crazy-mean too. Home Sweet Home that calendar says in fancy lettering across the top.

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9 responses to “Calendar by Susan Tepper

  1. I love “It smelled like something not tomato.”

  2. Mandingo, this one is crazyjazzy good, street smart, and full of wit and whistle.

  3. Reality for many people, and you’ve drawn it clear and sharp. Nice one, Susan, like a quick stab of a knife.

  4. Cruel twist in this one…

  5. Pingback: Week #50 – Home sweet home | 52|250 A Year of Flash

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