this morning #417.

this morning, with the sunlight not yet present, he took a peek out at the street, saw that the coast was clear & dragged two outsized bags out around the corner & into the alley. trash day had never been so stressful or consequential. the events of the last twenty-four hours had left him dead on his feet but he had to see this shit through to the end. when he lifted the bags up to toss them into the dumpster, he could feel their weight pulling back at him, begging for his attention. over the edge they went & he jumped in after them to bury them under the other tenants’ trash. with that complete, he climbed out, gently closed the lid & went back inside. he never thought to check for cameras.