The Last Box

Basements: Consecutive Substack Story 1160

Three weeks of selling plasma and they sent me home from a fourth because it would have been three times in seven days.

Springview Assisted Living threatened to terminate mom’s residence, and I couldn’t imagine a shittier joint than that place. I was hoping God would terminate her residence first.

Her jewelry was sold, some books, the furnishings.

The house wasn’t up to code so I couldn’t sell that, but I had to make the payments so the bank wouldn’t foreclose.

I went over, triple checked the house.

There was a broom that was still shrink wrapped.