The waste bin was right next to it, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I let Rita come to me.

“Is that a corpse?”

“N-n-no madam,” stammered Rita. She pulled her apron.

“Rita, he's already beginning to discolor. This is undeniably the corpse of my husband.”

Rita walked to the trash bin, where the organs were in. “I will clean up madam,” she said, as if she were talking about the remnants of some party. Something started to take me from the past few days.

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Goed verhaal! Zelfs de naam is goed gekozen: volgens de Franse heiligenkalender is Sainte Rita de heilige die hopeloze zaken oplost.
@Soberana O wat een fijn compliment. Dank je!
verrassend en een heeel klein tikje luguber 😁
@Hans van Gemert Dank je... Ik zal me maar niet teveel vragen stellen bij mijn eigen gedachten soms... 😀
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