Snowing (fragment)

Contained short-short, or piece of a longer story? I’m not sure yet, but I smell Barthelme and T.C. Boyle all over this.

“We, at the co-op, are all arguing. About who’s going to take out the garbage. It hadn’t seemed fair to solely task one person with it, day in and day out. They’d be much more likely to get shot than the rest of us.

Surprisingly, everyone volunteered, with enthusiasm. That’s where the argument lay. We must have romanticized memories, about taking the trash out. I think about sneaking a smoke on the stroll to the alley and back. It’s always snowing.”