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What is that truck doing?
The truck was large. The flat bed had fabricated wooden sides. It backed up to the barn, and in full daylight, no less! Surely, my late father would not have allowed strangers to traipse onto his property. Since it was mine now, I had to lay down the law.
Peering inside, three men jumped out of the cab and two of them quickly got to work hefting huge items and throwing them on top of piles of other junk. They were using the barn to store their trash?
"Hey! Get out of my barn!" I stormed at them. They snickered. What's a 5-foot young woman to 3 burly brutes. "You can't do this! This is trespassing and dumping!" They ignored me and kept working. "I'm calling the police!"
"Listen, lady," the scrawniest of the three addressed me after he'd climbed in the cab and the other two followed suit. "We're just doing our job."
"License plate number 3A47S5." The truck began to move, forcing me to back away. "And it's expired!"
Hurt and confused, I left the barn to watch them speed off.
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Comments (3 so far!)
Average reader rating 4.00/5
Wow, that is a really suck-y experience.
- #998 Posted 3 years ago
I totally dreamed this. I went bananas on the guys, plus there was a cowering man in the barn in my dream. No idea what this means. Oh, and my real father is alive and was in the dream, too, along with various other people.
- #999 Posted 3 years ago
I appreciate the dreamy story. But I wanted also to remark that I totally misread the title as "Brain Dump." Repeatedly.
I like the image from your comment, Elsha, the cowering man.
- #1001 Posted 3 years ago
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