Trash Man

I give the golem an amber gaze of deep-set LEDs under a simian brow. Into a body of wadded Hudson clay, garbage bags, and discarded technology, I set a folded esoteric star.

“Wake up, Trash Man.”

An array of cracked smartphones flicker on.

“There’s murder to do.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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