Recycling
fiction
edward w pritchard
Here in the future we are very environmentally conscious. That's why I am taking my brother Few to be recycled. It's not the money.
Few died last night.
Green movement or not I will not pay the transport fee. In it's obsession with taxation my township has imposed a transport fee on bringing bodies in for recycling. At the recycling center, right next to the canister for broken glass and old papers is a chemical reducer to return a body to it's original elements.
I just put my brother Few in the backseat of the car and we are just pulling into the recycle facility. All of the containers are green except the chemical reducer which is a very soft shade of blue. Like moonlight after a storm at sea.
I think i will hire the minister, on duty over there in the trailer, to perform a brief service. Few was my Brother after all.
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