Postmortem
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2024 by Walter Reimer


Prompt: She had that tint of craziness in her soul that made her believe she could actually make a difference.



“Are we taking these straight to the landfill?” the beagle asked, hefting an awkward armload of plastic signs.

The driver of the garbage truck, a lynx, shook his head. “They’re going to the recycler. Plastics, you know, and all those steel wires.” The beagle nodded and dumped the armload into the back of the truck, adding to the huge pile they’d already collected. He climbed into the passenger seat and put on his seat belt as the lynx put the truck into gear.

Headed to the next collection point, the feline shook his head again. “Crazy mare.”

“Who?”

“Her,” the lynx replied, jerking a thumb back at the campaign signs. “I thought she was crazy, screwing up a company and deciding that she could run for Senator with that record.”

The beagle nodded. “She thought she could change things, though,” he said, “but I’m with you. She went a little crazy, talking about demon sheep the way she did.” He chuckled. “Made me wonder what else was rattling around in her head.”

The lynx laughed. “Yeah. But I guess everyone who goes into politics is a little crazy.”

“A little?”

They both laughed. “Okay, a lot crazy,” the feline said.

The truck made its way down the street, paused at the stop sign, and turned right, headed for the next collection point.



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