Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Happily Ever After

He held the garbage bag between forefingertip and thumb, as if a more intimate contact would run the stench right into his bones. Approaching the dump, he pushed his sleeve up above his elbows, and taking in an almighty gasp, held his breath as he wildly flung the refuse into the fetid pile of rot.

Dusting his hands, he heaved a sigh of relief, and muttered "Good riddance" to no one in particular.

Job done, he walked back to where she waited, leaning against the side of his Phantom. She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm as he strode by, and they disappeared under the soft gaze of porchlights illuminating the driveway.

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