Sand and Gloves Short story.Sand and Gloves by WARMZOMBIE
Pulling the gloves up over my fingers, I snapped the plastic above my wrists so they fit snuggly. The dust inside the gloves clung to my sweaty hands, causing me to flex my fingers repeatedly. My entire body felt sticky with sweat and I wiped away the beads currently rolling down my forehead. As I bent down onto my knees I held my breath, preventing the noxious fumes coming up from the floor to enter my lungs. Grabbing the large sponge I had resting on the counter above me, I began spreading the chemical liquid out across the floor. The sting of bleach made my eyes water and I held in the urge to wipe at my eyes. Instead, I continued to work at the stain that was coating the linoleum floor I knelt on.
I thought about everything I’d just done. The body of the man I’d just killed lay on a poka-dotted shower curtain behind me. Taunting me wit