This was the product of a specific workshop exercise-was highly praised, more than work I've liked better and wanted to do, but I seriously question it. Further opinions?
The laundry spilled out onto the floor.
The tiny closet, the wicker basket not enough to contain it.
It had been there for days-a busy week.
My head smacked against the corner.
The baseboards making a sharp point.
And a unique Thump.
Like on the TV murder mystery.
The actor-playing-a-coroner called it Head Trauma.