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Putridity

Pulling into the parking spot this afternoon at the Post Office, I just happened to glance into the empty car beside mine.

It was filthy.

What caught my attention - among the literal layer of discarded Coke cans, crumpled snack chip bags, crumpled snack chip crumbs, candy wrappers, scattered papers and other flotsam and jetsam of everyday living - was the single piece of evidence that something decent had once existed in this otherwise grotesque environment: The cleanly-picked spine of a bunch of grapes.

A soiled sheet, once white but now a dingy grey, covered the driver's seat.

Obviously, even the owner had his or her limits.

posted by rekkidbraka @ 11:18 AM