Carl
Dec 5th, 2011 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The windows to Carl’s apartment were always closed. Summer heat and cancer-causing insulation made the one-bedroom flat in the still unseemly section of Brooklyn stink of rot and turpentine.
Carl sometimes paced about with a listless gait. He was married to the apartment, having been outside it only once or twice in his entire memory. There was nothing worth exploring that hadn’t been explored years before. The bulk of his time was spent gazing out the window.
But as far as New York City house cats went, Carl had it better than most thanks to the corpse in the bedroom.
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