The M.E. stood outside the door of the small frame house. He handed me a face mask as I approached. “Mold problems in there. No sense breathing it in.”

“Thanks,” I said. I snapped the rubber band of the mask over my hair. I entered a tiny living room filled mostly with an ancient couch that looked like it suffered from mange. A uniform pointed me toward a room in the back, indicating where the body would be. Even through the mask I could smell the musty odor of mold. The house was humid – I’d heard that the shower had been running for quite some time before the body was found. When . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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