James entered the home. Covered furniture greeted him, along with ratty drapes in front of dirty windows, threadbare carpets and a kitchen floor that still sported a dull burgundy stain where the former owner had bled to death after being shot by a burglar.
He was glad to have gotten the home, but was bothered by the circumstances. The stain put things into perspective; he had gained from someone else's misfortune.
He uncovered the kitchen furniture, then sat and placed a cardboard carton on the table before him. The beer was warm, but it still reminded him of home.
He was glad to have gotten the home, but was bothered by the circumstances. The stain put things into perspective; he had gained from someone else's misfortune.
He uncovered the kitchen furniture, then sat and placed a cardboard carton on the table before him. The beer was warm, but it still reminded him of home.
