Emma (not her real name) lifted the crinkly garbage bag with effort, and let it drop into the community bin, doing it fast and neat so that she wouldn’t have to breath in the foul stench of whatever else was in the dumpster. She closed it with a loud thud, took a few quick steps away and filled her lungs with the fresh dawn air.
She stood straight up, feeling good about herself, until she saw the slim runner-girl from the next block come down her apartment steps, toss her ponytail in Emma’s direction and take off on a run, her perfect figure clothed in her perfect sporting outfit, oozing self-awareness of the very fact. With a snort Emma turned towards her own building and began marching, having lost the nice feeling she had tasted momentarily after she’d dropped the lid on the dumpster. Continue reading “Emma’s Garbage”