His angst consumed him. He found himself saying things he had previously not dared to. He spoke of the discrimination faced by those like him. He spoke of the absence of dignity in their work. He demanded gloves.
-He woke up. The sunlight made him squint. Yet another day, he thought. Dustbins know no holidays. He needed to start sifting garbage if he was to eat.
It seems I won 3rd place in the Chimera 66 microstory challenge #13. This is the first time I have won something (yay!), so I thought sharing it would be appropriate. I still cannot believe there is somebody out there who may have voted for me.