The Truck
When the roar of the garbage truck rang outside, he was busy filing away documents. His first thought was that one of his neighbors was driving a supercharged sports car.
But there was a distinct guttural sound to this one. His subconscious told him it was the garbage truck. As the day was only tilting toward noon, and the truck usually came in the afternoon, it didn’t make sense.
There was more to it than that.