Flushing my neighbor’s toilet, I eyed the pus colored soap on the sink. Ew, lemon citrus.

I opened the cupboard, scanning for something else. My eyes collided with jars. Jars with eyes, meat and tongues.

The door opened, letting the crisp barbeque smell waft in. “Are you done in there?”

Lidiya lives in London, spending her free time reading and writing. She runs a blog at http://www.lascarletcat.wordpress.com.