Privilege
Misty The five & dime had closed hours ago. It was dark, and the only lights seemed yellow and distant. A limousine swept to a stop alongside the dark store, the trunk sprung open, and a well-dressed man stepped from the expensive vehicle. Muttering, "Fuckin' dog costs me thousands and ends up breeding worthless mutts!" He stepped to the trunk and hefted a weighty sack over his shoulder. As he reached the filthy side of the dumpster, he swung the heavy bag, slamming it against the steel....