The Collector hoisted the bag onto its shoulder. The mass should have been negligible, but the creature’s spine bent slightly under the weight.
Leo crossed his arms. “Just take it.” waste pickup
“Standard,” Leo said. He always said standard. The Collector hoisted the bag onto its shoulder
A heavy, rhythmic knock came at the door. Three thuds, a pause, then two more. waste pickup
Leo swung his legs out of bed and padded barefoot across the cold concrete floor. The closet door in his studio apartment had a faint, sickly green glow seeping from its edges. He could hear it moving in there—a soft, wet shuffling, like a stack of old photographs being stirred by a damp breeze.
“I know.”