The scent was overpowering, smelled like death and cheap perfume. I stepped over books and clothes, careful not to fall. Candy wrappers and trash littered corners. A pizza box teetered on top of the dresser.
I set down the Pinesol, snapped open the large plastic garbage bag, slipped on a pair of heavy-duty rubber gloves, and wished I’d brought a gas mask. Piece by piece I dropped everything into the trash bag.
Exhausted, but relieved glad I’d found nothing dead or squeaking.
“Mom, what’ve you done?”
“Cleaned your room.”
“But my stuff… .”
“Gone,” I said and left my daughter, stunned, standing in her empty bedroom.
the prompt this week and it is :
…the scent was overpowering…