Welcome to Our Home

01/02/15

Figures: on your first day as supers, Bingo Joe finds someone dead. That crazy bitch in 1-E.

“A bad smell.” One tenant calls, at 6 A.M. “Can you check it out?”

“Yeah,” Bingo Joe mutters. And rolls over in bed.

“I’m not going,” you say.

The garbage, you think. Looney Tunes lives right by it. Raw chicken, diapers, cat litter. On your floor alone are eight cats.

But if it’s just garbage, you think, Looney Tunes would be the first to call.

“José,” she would whine, using Bingo Joe’s real name. “There’s this . . . smell. A real bad one. Like maybe a rat died in the wall.”

No rats in this building, bitch.

Always walking around half-naked, sticking loose tits in tenants’ faces.

Two of your cats stare down Bingo Joe. This super’s gig’s his only job: Cleaning hallways, hauling garbage twice a week, for half-rent. For both of you, a sweet deal. . . .

That could stink up, fast.

Bingo Joe gets up and trudges downstairs. “Back in a few.”

A half hour later, the shit’s kicked up. EMTs, cops, neighbors. The whole world’s here.

From the landing, the smell hits you. “Oh, my God!” someone says. Another gags.

Puke, you think. Gotta mop up puke, now.

In the doorway of 1E, Bingo Joe looks like a kicked puppy. Cops and EMTs bump into him, on their way out with Looney Tunes in a bag .

“Suicide!” says Mrs. Dietz from 1-D. Never sleeps, washes clothes all night. One load of whites right in the EMTs’ path. She was in the closet!” she says. “Hanging!”

“Oh, my God!” someone says.

“Yeah?” says Bobby G. from 2-B. “S’ not what I heard.” He jabs an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Heard?, you think. Already?

“Who’s the landlord?” a butch cop demands.

“Him!” People point to Bingo Joe.

“The super,” he says, shuffling slippered feet. “My . . . first day.”

Mrs. Dietz edges toward Bobby G. “What’d you hear?” He just smirks.

“Landlord lives in Florida,” Bingo Joe tells the butch cop. “Miami, or Dallas.”

“That’s Texas,” the butch cop says.

Bingo Joe grabs his cell, calls the landlord. Paces, waiting for him to pick up.

“Heard she was in bed.” Bobby G. speaks through the cigarette. “Scarf tied around her neck. . . .”

Suddenly, it’s dead-quiet. Neighbors’ eyes are on Bobby G.

Heard?, you think, again. From who?

“Scarf, or some shit,” Bobby G. says.

Voice mail, Bingo Joe gets. Leaves a message: “Yeah, hey, Vince. Hope I didn’t wake you. . . .” The butch cop paces with him.

Bobby G. shrugs. “Some people like that.”

“Being . . . strangled?” Mrs. Dietz looks at the others.

Bobby G. takes out the cigarette, looks at it almost lovingly. “Sure.”

“That’s murder!” says the tenant who puked.

“Nah,” Bobby G. says. “Not if it’s done right.”

Like preschoolers, listening to a story, they hang on his every word.

Only you get what he’s getting at.

“It is murder,” you say, but they all ignore you.

Over by the mailboxes, Bingo Joe looks pained, listening to the butch cop.

Later, he’s got to clean the hallways on each floor, plus the cellar. Water the dying plants here on the ground floor. “Welcome,” says the floral cardboard sign, “To Our Home.”

In your mind, Looney Tunes wanders from plant to plant, late at night. Talking to them. Maybe singing to them. She’s that nuts. Made up names for them, you bet. “Hula” is the browning palm tree, “Alice,” an aloe vera plant, looking like a tiny Loch Ness monster.

Smirking, Bobby G. comes out with a beer.

You try to catch Bingo Joe’s eye, but now he’s on the phone.

Mrs. Dietz shakes her head. “Accidents can happen,” she tells the smirking Bobby G.

Who carries her whites inside.

~ fin ~

Cindy Rosmus is a Jersey girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do whatever the hell she wants. She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun HoneyHardboiledA Twist of NoirMegazineBeat to a Pulp, Out of the GutterMysterical-E, and Dark Dossier. She is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a Christian, and an animal rights activist.

A deliciously weird and wicked read! Happy creepy-freaky New Year!
Mel Waldman
February 27, 2015
Excellent story. Short and cutting. Great characters. Every single one. Thanks for writing this!!!
Marietta Miles
January 03, 2015
Ka-pow!
Paul D Brazill
January 02, 2015
Popping dialog from characters I can see. And smell.
Steve Cartwright
January 02, 2015
wow. that was some great flash, way to kick off the year indeed!!
Bill Baber
January 02, 2015
A wild ride to kick off 2015!
Bruce Harris
January 02, 2015
You had me at "raw chicken, diapers and cat litter." Anonymous-9
Facebook User
January 02, 2015
Fun story! Lots of menace in that house!
J. Michael Taylor
January 02, 2015
A great cast of characters as always Cindy. Enjoyed that one.
SKI19542003
January 02, 2015
Cindy, as always you capture something folksy about your characters. Maybe it's the way you delver dialogue or maybe it's something I haven't figured out yet. Perhaps that is the mark of a great writer. I am a fan and jump when I see your name.
Salvadore Ritchie
January 02, 2015

Comments are closed for this post.