let me tell you a story

trash

Trash!

The people that are politically incorrect and those who control others for their own benefit are often referred to as trash. Or just people with unpleasant personalities.

Trash is another term for garbage, the waste that is thrown out of our houses and just about anything that we don't need.

Garbagemen are often tasked with getting rid of the waste by going to residential areas in their garbage truck and picking up the garbage from the streets where people keep them out to be taken away.

They find all sorts of things that people throw away (ex ---) and sometimes even severed human remains.

This is the story of a man who one day found a severed head while on duty, collecting trash.

"Ah f*ck!"

"Just put it in, what are- holy f*ck"

Curse words weren't enough to express their shock.

The unsuspecting garbagemen were greeted with the sight of a severed head in a trash can in a suburban neighbourhood that they had been collecting trash from for years now.

"Call the police man. I think-" The short dark skinned man who had discovered the object in question was trembling.

"No but what if they take us with them?" The other guy who seemed older than the first one interjected.

"That's not the point, someone died. If we don't report this, it could turn out for the worse."

Just then they heard the voice of their colleague shout from the front of the truck. "We gotta move!"

"Micheal! Something happened! This will take some time." The older guy said with a grim tone

They eventually called the police and explained everything to them. They were interrogated then and there and needless to say lost a considerable amount of time and arrived late at the rest of the locations of their usual route of work.

"Rough day! Sammy" declared Micheal as he gave the short guy a can of beer.

"Yeah, you don't just see a random person's head in the trash on a daily. I almost shat my pants" they both laughed.

Later that day they went about telling the events of today to all their colleagues. A few days later the owner of the house to which the trash container belonged to was arrested with respect to the case. The identity of the victim was never disclosed. The incident was covered by every news channel and Sammy and Eric who found the head were interviewed. Though their company for which they worked for insisted that they blur their faces for security reasons.

Slowly everyone's interest towards the case began to dwindle and the garbagemen were back to working as usual.

As their truck neared the familiar house in the infamous suburban neighbourhood Sammy chirped. "Look out old man! You might find another head. I'm not going near that place again."

Sure enough they did find something. But it wasn't a head, but a severed hand.

Old man Eric screamed and slipped and fell, and out fell out the severed hand.

Police were called again and they were interrogated again.

"What are the odds? It's always you three that find these things." The policemen remarked.

They were asked to come to the police station that evening after work.

Micheal wasn't able to sleep that night.

Was the hand of the same person whose head they found that other day?

Or was it another murder that was committed?

Why was the murderer putting these severed body parts in the same trash bin?

Were there two different murderers now that the suspect was in custody while this other incident happened?

Their company refused any reporter that wished to speak with the three of them. They obviously weren't fond of the negative press it was bringing to their company.

Next morning as they were going through the same route Eric spoke grimly. "Maybe I should just give up this job."

"What are you talking about old man?"

"I'm seriously considering it."

"We would just ask our company to change our route. Don't be hard on yourself."

The day went by normally. As did the next few weeks that followed. They were able to talk with their company into changing their route but the three of them ended up getting separated and assigned different parts of the district.

Everything was normal but not for long.

The news reported another incident of a severed body part being found at a different part of the city, near a sparsely populated village. Police suspected there was a serial killer at large.

All the garbagemen that worked along with Sammy under their company were watching the news report together at a local bar.

Apparently it was old Eric that found the severed head in the trash and was being interviewed by the reporter. His name appeared at the bottom but his face was blurred as always.

Sammy felt that he wouldn't be able to convince the old man to stay.

And sure enough old Eric resigned.

He even opted out of attending his farewell party and some people were talking about how he would be moving to a new city.

Sammy couldn't reach him through his cell phone so he emailed him.

No response.

A few weeks passed and Sammy was on duty as usual. He had taken up driving the truck instead.

On day the he was on duty and heard his colleagues scream from the back of the truck.

"No way!" one of them exclaimed.

He killed the engine and got out of the car and walked towards them to find the severed head of his old friend that he once worked with.

The police and media swarmed the site as soon as they got to know about it.

Sammy refused to be interviewed. This was too much for him to take.

He retired home just after finishing work and made himself dinner, but he had lost his appetite.

He went about checking his messages and emails and found that Eric had replied to his email.

The message read:

'Sub: no sub

You shouldn't just quit your job because you got scared. Those who are not dedicated to their jobs are trash.'

Sammy didn't realize he was holding his breath for a long while.

He immediately screenshotted the email and sent it to the police department's phone number.

The police didn't release the information to public and neither was the serial killer caught. But atleast they now had a motive.

Sammy on the other hand tried his best to not slack off and the severed body parts continued to show up in trash cans every few weeks.