I initially stood motionless, attempting to understand what in the world I was meant to do. Would someone return to get them? Were they abandoned?
After observing me gazing inside the truck bed, the gas station employee walked outside and said something that chilled me to the bone:
Like smoke, the words hung in the air. I glanced to him, and my gut wrenched. “What do you mean?”
Leaning against the building’s side, he shrugged. “Carl” was the name on his name tag. “Animals are constantly dumped out here. Think nobody will notice. In any case, this place is dead for half the year.
Continue reading…
