Chapter 11 by wicker

Who gets to Casey first? The cops or the truck?

Neither

Casey squatted in the trashcan which had an inch of the foulest smelling water she had ever encounter in it plus a bag of what seemed to be cat litter and a large kitchen trash bag leaking some slimy goop. She heard the garbage truck coming. "Fuck!" she yelled. She tired to climb out but she tipped the trash bin over, splashing the foul smelling water on her legs. She got out and ran again.

"There she is!"

"You give chase; I'll get the car!" said the other..

Casey ran to the end the street and turned the corner. There was a small city park with a playground and half-court basketball court. The park's gates were locked at nigh. The gates wre just cattle gates and were only mean to keep bikes and vehicles out.

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Casey thought she could squeeze through the bars. She got halfway through then got stuck, her upper body through the bars, and her lower body stuck pointing to the street.