Life Till Now
by Sam Douglas
Damn, he thought, somebody’s gonna have to deal with all that crap. He stared at the dirty dishes in the sink and the mess on the counter. How in hell can anyone generate this much crap in one day? He was sure Myra had cleaned up last night after dinner. She always cleaned up after dinner, usually bitching constantly.
The whole scene was very confusing, not at all like life till now. Life till now was Myra taking care of all the things that had to be done like fixing the meals and cleaning the house. But life till now was also Myra complaining nonstop as she fixed the meals and cleaned the house.
Still, life till now had been orderly. Priorities ebbed and flowed. Dinner was a priority until you ate. Then cleaning up became the priority. A constant priority with Myra was complaining. It was bearable when you were hungry and she was cooking. Once you had your stomach full, it was harder listening to the griping while she cleaned.
But, he reminded himself, that was all part of life till now. Life from now won’t have Myra. He guessed that meant that he must wash the dishes in the sink. He must tidy up the counter. He must fix the meals and clean the house. When Myra was doing all this it didn’t seem like that big a deal; now it seemed overwhelming.
But first, he thought, first - I really must dispose of the body.