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The City Dump

Posted by kneidalach on November 2, 2007

July 21st

On a Saturday, about noonish, right about when people start to wake up, she drove out of her apartment. She was wearing a torn long black skirt, and a baggy grey t-shirt, underneath which she wan’t wearing a bra. Her hair was wrapped in a towel like a turban.

She was headed to the city dump.(1906 Earthquake)

The place was muddy and messy. Mexicans on big tractors were working and looking at this funny girl, driving a compact car on the mud roads. After she drove all around and asked people where could she find what was dumped only today! but nobody could tell her. The place is too big for one mundane item. She felt desperate.

Finally, the only place it could be in was a very large metal scrap bin. She climed in, her skirt and breasts flopping about, and her long messy hair blocking her view. After some climbing, and moving about large blocks of metal, she finally found it. Smiling to herself she began to dig it out of all the other crap blocking its freedom. With some strength and patiance, she got it out, her brother’s one wheeled bicycle.


One Response to “The City Dump”

  1. kneidalach said

    Disclaimer: Image is taken from the Virtual Museum of the City of San Francisco. The image doesn’t have a direct connection to the short story.

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