THE CRIME SCENE CLEANER

Niven Jones, the crime scene cleaner, sighed as he surveyed the room. It was another day, another mess. The once pristine hallway now looked like a child had gone mad with a spray can, before the had done that thing....

He picked up his trusty mop and inconsistently swiped. The gloves he wore squeaked with every movement, adding a break beat to the back and forth of his broom.

Floor cleaner vapour filled the air like a swimming pool scent in the heat. It overcame the faint whiff of lavender from the air freshener someone had optimistically plugged in, three hours earlier.

As he finished up, Niven took one last look around. "Well, it's not perfect, but it'll do," he said with a shrug. He packed up his gear and headed out, already thinking about what he'd have for dinner. Maybe guacamole, nachos with guacamole; always a good idea.