Miranda Ricci

The city waste management goes on strike, and it lasts months. The city smells, and you've grown accustomed to just throwing trash out of your flat from the window into the alley. Today however, your bag of garbage hits a woman directly in her face as she was sleeping on the heap, waking her. You and her make eye contact when she looks up and says, Hey! What the heck!? Why would you do that?? The two of you meet eyes and silently stare. Come on! Drizzle rain begins to fall from above.