It was a damned shame that he forgot his music at home during a day like this. They called him into the office as soon as he got in and asked him to work a double shift. He needed the money so he went out and did the only thing he could. He worked.
The sun was blazing down on the landfill which folded the aroma over on top of itself. A wind was too much to hope for so he just let time pass and the smell would too. Or so he thought. He was used to the smell but this time it had a vengeance. Molding clothes, rotting food and what could only be described as a heaping amount of piss and shit slapped him in the face throughout the day.
He shifted the trash into the compactor and sorted out anything worthwhile. A green and brown book labeled Journal was pointing straight up and out of the next batch that he raked up. The last journal that he read still made the boys laugh at lunch so he picked it up and flipped the pages open to somewhere in the middle.
“Doctor Greenholdt said I should write anything down and let it out. Even if it was something I wouldn’t tell him about. Well it happened again and I can’t stop him anymore. He won’t stop touching me and saying nasty things to me. He said he just wanted to give some ‘goodnight lovin’ to his baby girl before bed. His lips and tongue won’t stop licking over my skin. I want to claw it all off. I can still hear him grunting in my head. It won’t stop replaying over and over in my head. I can still feel … I can’t write that down-“
The lunch bell rang and he skimmed a few more pages before tossing back into the compactor. “Wasn’t funny anyways.” He said before strolling down the mountain of trash.
