Leanne and I had an unconscionably heavy bag of garbage to lug out to the dumpster. We ended up carrying it on a stretcher made of a baby-blue towel.
It’s like a dead elephant, Leanne said, wrestling it into the dumpster’s mouth.
heh heh heh
with no apologies whatsoever to Papa Hemingway
Why can’t you just throw it in the dumpster, he said.
I can’t do that, it’s a part of me, she said.