She awoke, the night still. In the kitchen, she stood wishing she could feel him again, willing the pain to subside. Looking down, a scream escaped her lips before she fully registered the horror. Black maggots filled the sink, paused in their impending takeover. The hollowness in her body was replaced with revulsion. She grabbed the newly purchased hairspray she’d left out, poised to blast the maggots. Realization dawned. She sighed. Her sink full of waterlogged chocolate cheerios stood, mocking her. Going back to bed, she felt better—relieved. Life was hard, but not “battle a sink of black maggots” hard.
Very imaginative. Briefly made my toes curl, then releif. Very well written.