Horror and Thriller Fiction posted August 31, 2019

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Could you, take your own refuse home...

Yellow, or Blue...

by john mallahan

The shadow emerged from the south side of the shrub, as I tensed in my seat. The real issue at hand, was that I'd never seen, the perpetrator, as I came to know then as. All I DO know, is that my 80 gallon, green, heavy duty plastic toter, often received the largesse of the yellow, or sometimes blue bags. They were always appropriately tied, releasing not the contents. So let's not beat around the bush. Or the toter, located to the side of the carport. The bags contained dog shit. It often stunk. Wondered. Was it possible to dump at your own home? The hinges on the toter screeched as they were uplifted. I could hear the splat of the bag as it encountered the bottom of such. Hinges ceased noise. Lid dropped. Shadow, came around to the front of the carport. I prepared, only motive being to cause a teeny heart attack. Leashed doggie appeared. Shadow retained harsh outline as it shuffled behind. I let the pop gun release it's sign: "NO TRESPASSING" Dog and shadow disappeared...

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