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Humor (100 words)
“It smells. A dead animal?” Becky shuddered.
Tad pried open the windows. Becky swept filth from the floors outside into more dirt and scrubbed the floors. They cleaned plot #27 until their hands cracked.
Becky collapsed on the couch, emitting particles into the air, while Tad opened a beer. Vinegar and lavender wafted between them. Becky wanted bleach.
Each time Tad moaned and hummed in the quiet, Becky cringed.
“I miss television,” Becky blurted.
“My phone,” Tad said.
“The Internet,” they cried.
They bolted for the door and jumped in their car, leaving the chickens clucking in a cloud of dust.