February 2012
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The Garbage Man (6)
Becca was examining his nose again, she seemed calmer but concerned. He’s not telling me something. He’s hurt, was there a fight?
“Oh, God!” she exclaimed; confused, Chinney recoiled from her, but Becca moved close to him, raising her delicate, clean hand close enough to touch his face. “Did he do this do you?! My husband? Did he hit you?” she asked in low,...
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The Garbage Man (5)
The July sun spread butter yellow light over the stale bran muffin top dump grounds. Five fat clouds sat like clods of dust, under the sedentary sky. A young woman stood on the chocolate snack wrapper mud stained steps of the dump’s front office and tried not to breathe. Noxious air wafted off hot trash piles, closing in on her from all directions. The atmosphere was greasy and still. She...
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