"Rot" 50 word Story Contest Week #13
Rot
The ice pick sinks deep; puncturing the face and shredding the fibers within. I mark the joist for replacement, victim of a century in the damp, airless cellar. I lean against the foundation and it shifts; stones cascading, revealing cloth-wrapped bone.
The rot runs deeper than I knew.
Many thanks to @literature-trail for the post announcing this! Also thanks to @the-future for sponsoring this week!
What a roller coaster ride this is! I'm so creeped out, and I like it.
Sweet!
