Mrs. Jones

by , under Fiction Prompts, Friday Fictioneers

It was like some giant had lifted off the roof and dumped in the entire contents of a thrift store.

The huge room seemed cramped and choked by teetering piles of boxes, furniture and other clutter.

Tall wardrobes bursting with clothes, cardboard cartons vomiting sheafs of paper onto the dirty floor, stacks of chairs missing legs, broken toys, soiled dolls.

The house reeked of damp mildew, cat piss, rotting food, spoiled milk.

Basted over everything was a sickly artificial scent I later learned came from hundreds and hundreds of dryer sheets Mrs. Jones scattered over the piles to discourage the vermin.



Friday Fictioneers

  1. L.E.R.T

    When did you ever meet my grandma? But, seriously good writing. I’m feeling claustrophobic. Cheers, Varad

  2. Dale

    You are describing one of my brother-in-law’s hoarder tenants who left the place but made sure she left all her shit behind… It was so bad, they had to rip out the wood flooring! Nothing could mask the stench… blech!

  3. Lynn Love

    This is a wonderful piece of descriptive writing, Josh. Could almost be there, though I’m glad I’m not! Brilliant word picture

    • J Hardy Carroll

      Thanks. This is actually a reworked excerpt from a short story called Bring A Friend. It was based on an event from my life. Everything described was real. You can read the story here.


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