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- He tightened his fingers, braced his arms, and heaved up with his knees.
- The trash barrel jumped two feet into the air.
- George fell back for a moment, convinced his grip had slipped, then lunged back in to grab the barrel. It crashed down on the ground. It was so bottom heavy there was no chance of it tipping.
- A last few passing students glanced over at the noise of the impact. It had been loud. Over five hundred pounds loud, easy.
- …
- He bent down again. With one move, without thinking about it, he scooped up the bin. It came away from the ground and fell into his arms. It weighed nothing.
- He held it by the mouth and the bottom. He tipped the whole thing forward and shook it out. A wave of trash poured out into the dumpster. Soggy papers, wet plaster, ceramic tiles. It all crashed down inside the metal container.
- Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 108-109
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-purgatory/id676938479
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