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Garbage Day
He didn’t look up at the window but he knew I was there. Instead, he tugged at the ski mask where it had inched up his neck and kept his attention on sorting the toys left at the curb into two piles.
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Lol–whenever we put out ‘trash’ at the curb, it disappears mysteriously. Now I know who the culprit is!
We had a guy near our office who would wear a black mask and cape when he went collecting cans from the dumpster.
Oops sent too soon… Nicely take on the prompt! 🙂
It’s early and there’s no edit button, lol sorry.
Interesting take on the prompt. It must be cold in your story to need a ski mask.