100 Words – To The Landfill

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The woman with the clipboard met me at the landfill gate. My little blue pickup truck was out of place among the giant garbage trucks. My load was just one tarnished old statute of a civil war era family embarrassment.

She tried to talk me out of dumping it, suggesting it should go to a museum. I told her the tale that I found on the family tree website. Most people are prepared to hear anything about the horrors of war, but not when it involves puppies. Hundreds of puppies.

I paid the dump fee and she waved me in.

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Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.