Return to Sender
When something you got rid of comes back, is it a sign? #7 of the 100 Story Challenge
Once upon a stormy night, the Tropelafegus emerged from the dark and fetid realm below. He climbed the twisty pipe and peered over the cold porcelain. Since no one was around, he schlepped over the edge and dribbled onto the soft rug. The lashing rain and wind drowned out sounds. It was the flash of lightning that revealed the human frozen in the…