It was mid-morning by the time Kat gave up waiting for Russ's call. She couldn't afford more delay, so with renewed determination she studied the dead body.
“I guess I'll have to hide you in the garage. If there's room.”
It was a little less creepy dealing with the situation while talking aloud.
“This might be harder than I thought. Look at all this crap!”
Then it dawned on her. Moving the bin of tangled up holiday lights, Kat lifted the lid of the ancient chest freezer. More crap. But moveable crap.
It wasn't long before the space was ready and waiting for the victim.
It's Saturday Centus. By now you know the drill, 100 words, don't mess with the prompt (in bold italic), link up at Jenny's. I'm challenging myself to connect all my stories, regardless of the prompt. So go check out the other stories, and add yours to the linky.