Racecar

I'm writing a fictional piece that reads both ways. Not palindrome, but half the story is just the story before read sentence by sentence backwards. Let me know what you think so far.

Chapter 1
A scream.
Linda and Harvey looked at each other.
It wasn’t the children’s.
They spied a piece of clothing on the ground.
How peculiar.
What would that be doing there? Why was it inside their home?
Harvey turned the light back on, spying a shadowed, curled-up something in the corner of his room.
“The jungle must be playing with us.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
“ Why is this here?”
Harvey picked up the fungus.
“Absolutely disgusting.”
He walked over to the canvas, picked it up, and then threw it away. Then he spied something else.
“Dear god!”
Harvey walked over to the pools of techno-colored oils.
A spill.
“Damn.”
He went to work with his sponge.
Sponging oils was always fun.
He would be sponging up a storm, all on top of the brand-new material.
Linda sat there, and watched Harvey.
He picked up the sponge.
Harvey traveled to the door ajar.
He squeezed it into the sink.
He picked up the wet towel used to wash himself.
He washed himself.
Linda watched.
Time for an escape to art.
He’d just designed it.
He was incredibly proud of it.
His very own Jungle.
Chapter 2
It was his alone.
His proudest invention yet.
Linda ate an orange.
Chapter 3
He traveled to the jungle.
Time.
He was there.
They were there as well.
The random artifacts he’d found.
The children were there.
Not his.
He picked up a stray shoe.
It stunk.
He threw up.
It was purple.
He tripped over an eggplant.
He went back to the kitchen.
Damn jungle.
It's not done yet, so the backwards won't make sense, but let me know what you think of the reversal.