Bathroom company

There were two green frogs, flat against the rotting wood of our bathroom wall. One with legs outstretched, the other with his folded underneath. Their bodies looked cold, damp and so small, quickly breathing, their slimy skins rising and falling in time to an inaudible beat.

Then there was a brown spider, long legged, big-fanged and furry. Its bulbous body rested on the wood, seeming deflated, depleted, unmoving. It was missing a leg.

The frogs disappeared. The spider went missing. No small damp bodies. No fur covered legs. The walls remained bare. It felt so wrong without them.

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