The Junk Box – p.14
The old man kept digging through the box, coming away with miraculous things like a hot ham and cheese sandwich and a steaming cup of weak coffee in a travel mug. He thought he must either be dead or dreaming, for things like this did not happen in real life.
He sat right down on the filthy asphalt, keeping his hip in contact with the box to continue to deter the rats. He ate everything he’d taken out, and felt full, which was something he wasn’t used to. He nodded off sitting up, and the rats grew bold and ventured closer.
Just as they had reached the box, a great and loud garbage truck appeared at the other end of the alley, and the rats scattered again, driven back to their hiding places by the noise and headlights. The truck stopped along the alley at each dumpster, and finally came to where the old man still sat, snoozing. The driver honked his horn, and the man woke, eyes wide and heart racing. In a daze, he slowly stood and shambled off in the other direction, leaving the box to its fate.