Single

Sweat pouring from my forehead. I was a bit overwhelmed dragging this big-sized sack in my hand. Quite heavy it was. When I reached that room, I took some time to regain my breath.

The key was in my pocket, so I took it and opened the door. First thing I noticed was the rotten smell from inside that room. Dark and so smelly, but there were a slight light that gave a glimpse about what were inside that room. Sacks — so many of them. Maggots were squirming around my feet. Disgusting.

I sighed heavily. “70 sacks already,” I said. “Am I that ugly?” I threw that new sack I was carrying on top of others. Satisfied, I closed the door and locked it again. “May you rest in peace, Darling.”