The Heist
The burning desire for something that many of my neighbours possessed was enough to turn me from an ordinary, well-behaved woman to an unsuspecting voyeur. I would swell with envy when my eyes spotted them while driving through my area. The same day, every week, there they were. Groups of them would line the streetside, erect and full to the brim, as if on display to make me jealous. Where I live, garbage trucks don’t drive past your home and collect your rubbish; you’re responsible to dispose of your own trash.

