GARBAGE
Linda
reported Calvin missing, but when we got to the diner, it was deserted. We
found Calvin’s body on the slagheap out back, his beautiful face shot off.
Linda
was crying.
“He
was sleeping with all of them, that’s all I know.”
“Not
you?”
“I
just gave him a job and a place to stay. He never had a home before, only foster parents.”
“So,
what happened?”
“They
got tired of sharing and decided their friendship was worth more than the
thrills he gave them.”
“They
didn’t even hide his body.”
“They
thought you would think he was rubbish, too.”
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A lot to ponder on there. Very well done.
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