My Work Here is Done

Here is how the deal went down.  I drifted out of my living room and into the kitchen with a handful of trash.  Mostly crumpled sticky notes.

Earlier in the day, I had dragged the waste basket out from under the sink and set it on the floor at the end of my kitchen’s peninsula counter.  I then stood there at the counter for a while, sorting through some bills and legal documents, pitching into the basket any outdated material as I found it.

I looked directly at the waste basket at the end of the counter as I whisked over to the sink, opened the cabinet door where I normally keep the basket and pitched the trash into the empty space inside.

—Mitchell Hegman