Snake Oil Stain

Hunt & Peck Parable #30 of 31

The room was cheap in all that word implies. The prints on the walls were of landscapes unremarkable, in frames mediocre.
The numerous clandestine rendezvous would be as interesting as it gets, if, as they say, the mattress could talk.
The string of salesmen passing through town were the majority of its residents. The stains in the carpeting a mosaic of coffee, soda, beer and really inexpensive champagne.

fragment of “Blind Leading The Blind (Question Rituals)” — AleXander Hirka

Writer, visual artist, philosopher, autodidact, curmudgeon. More than half of what i do is make believe.