Beland Septic

Driving behind a black and yellow septic truck on I290 the other day, I noticed their tag line: Yesterday’s Meals on Wheels.

On the edge

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         Age had folded her face – maybe late fifties. She pulled her Solara up next to me and walked to a shop several doors down in the strip mall.

She left the keys in the ignition, the car running.

I could steal that car.

It would be so easy. Five, maybe ten seconds and I could be gone.

The few people around would never notice.

She returned less than a minute later, clutching a box of cigarettes. Behind the steering wheel, she lit a butt before backing out. No seatbelt.

Does she know how close to the edge she lives?

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