Elwood lifted the withered, wood board from the tall weeds and propped it against the sagging fence. The black, uneven letters dripped down the jagged sign: “CLEAN FILL NEEDED.” He absently plucked a flattened dandelion from its corner and looked out at the trickling two-lane traffic. Elwood coughed wetly into his faded handkerchief and looked…
Clean Fill Needed by Erin Smith
