Cleaning

 

“Sonofabitch!” she whispered.

The vacuum was clogged, and all she had was the handle of a flyswatter to work with.

She tried not to think about the bug guts that were on the end she was holding.

The clog was almost to the end of the rigid wand, and she gave it a good smack on the floor, which worked even though she hit her toe instead.

She felt sharp pain, but she got the clog out and kept vacuuming.

When she retraced her steps to put the vacuum away, she saw the bloody toeprints she’d left through the house.