The garbage bag bumps behind you through the glass-strewn median. You startle when the 18-wheeler barrels past, the cigarette spattering orange on the pavement.
“Cochinos.” You stab a soggy diaper. “Pigs. All of them.”
You check the watch you found last week shining Indy-Glo green. Two more hours, no more breaks. You keep walking. Rats stare at you, their eyes fearless pinpricks, but you reach around them for the Corona empties, the crumpled McDonald’s bags, and wait for dawn to spill, a broken yolk across the desert.
You scrape crushed rabbit from the asphalt, gagging at the smell. Dead animals still get to you, haunting your dreams. Those nights Simona soothes you, reminds you of Spring, of picking berries in the valley, then asparagus, almond, and, when the baby comes, grapes. Sometimes you curse yourself for listening to her, for leaving La Paz, but she wanted a better life for the child. It’s not her fault construction dried up. You gaze at the orange-flecked clouds. The cool breeze reminds you of the Coromuel winds, and you try to thank God for this job, but you can’t. You can only pray for this shift to end.
You hear the thrum of blowflies before you see the white-swaddled object, larger than the rabbit; a dog, perhaps, or small coyote. At one end, a thatch of black. Your heart races even as your walk slows and somehow, you know, even before you reach down to unwrap the sheet, expose the face, you will never pick trash on a highway again.
Oh, creepy end!
Yeah, the ending just sort of came to me. Not what I intended — the beauty of writing! Thanks for reading! Peace…
Nice ending, almost like a beginning. I like the layers of character developing here. Where’s the fav button. Ha
Thanks so much Randal! I always find what comes out in response to these themes a surprise. Which is the fun.
Fav? This story IS posted on fn. Hint-hint ;^)
peace…
Dawn – a broken yolk… great image. This story is very well done – intense & emotional.
Thanks for reading. I liked that yolk image, too — the sunrise really does look like that in the desert. Peace…
Linda–powerful piece. I read the last paragraph over and over, savoring how well you have managed it. So very masterfully handled!
Ah… thanks John! I edited this one a lot, like four round-trip metro rides. Peace…
Good flash piece!
Thanks for reading Angel! peace…
Good one. Just so you know, I do read and enjoy all your stories. I usually don’t post here, though, but at Fictionaut. Do you have this one up there?