He is neither upset, anxious, nervous, angry or sad: emotionless. That is how it seems through the sticky motorcycle helmet. Never rode so much as owned a motorcycle, but the helmet was his solution.
Stevie laboriously plods through the square to the alley dragging a half filled rubbish bin behind him navigating the well worn path through the hazy visor. He empties bins multiple times daily. Many more than necessary. It wasn't always this way.
Todays treat, a half drank warm box of wine that explodes on contact with the helmet. Stevie, without hesitation, picks up the box and continues with his obligations unfazed. Again, it wasn't always like this however Stevie doesn't remember when it started.
"Why must the bins be emptied when they are only half full?", "Who has the time to pick me out of the crowd?", "How they hell are they always so accurate?", "Why me?", are questions Stevie never thinks to ask…, anymore.
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