The Wall

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Nozipho ran, Thembinkosi clinging to her hand.

The third worker was now climbing into the cab. The door was yanked shut.

Right before they reached the truck, Nozipho dropped his hand. She took a long stride and jumped onto the truck. Right onto the truck flap. Thembinkosi was too breathless to be astonished. Felt love. Felt disgust. Also jumped. Wasn’t even hard to do. Wanted to be next to Nozipho.

He fell on top of her. Felt the air go out of her.

“Bury us under that stuff,” she said.

The truck started moving. What a stench.

“That’s garbage!”

“Bury us.”