Witch Hazel Chapter Two
Part 10/15
Diego discovered dumpster diving. It was cathartic, jumping into a sea of filth and waste to find even one small thing of value that some dumb idiot tossed in the bin. Sure, his lovely shirt might be ruined for the effort to retrieve that one plastic cup that might survive a few more washings…. but the look on his brother’s face would be worth that.
He’d come upon the dumpster innocently enough. His walk through town had led him between businesses and he’d noticed the open gate to the container.
When he finally fell back out, he had a chip bag in his hair, a cup on his shoe, candy wrappers stuck to his jeans, an old magazine page adhered to his hand with some nasty substance he couldn’t identify….. he shook that off with a frown. Then he grinned as he looked at the… oh drat, it didn’t look so good in the light.
Well. All that effort and he was the proud owner of a broken hotwheels car.
“Crap,” he scratched his head, absently knocking the chip bag down.
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