Another Saturday night.
It was after two A.M. when Meat finished cleaning up. He pulled the large, heavy-duty plastic garbage bag from its container and tied a knot at the top. Then he put on his jacket and turned off the lights in the bar.
The bats are gone now until next year, he thought as he went outside and the frosty night air blew against his face. Meat laid the garbage bag down on the cement and rifled through his pockets for the keys to lock up.
The dark green Dumpster was at the back of the building, next to Meat’s car. He always parked there so he could hop right in after his last duty was completed. He sauntered across the deserted parking lot. Deserted, save for the one other car that sat waiting, headlights off.
At first Meat didn’t hear the car rolling toward him. But he did hear it when it began to accelerate. He turned to face the direction of the sound. The headlights flashed on, blinding him. He dropped the garbage bag and raised his arms to shield his face from the glaring light.
The car careened into him and then over him, braking to a stop after nailing its target. Then the driver put the car in reverse and backed up over Meat’s crushed body, finishing the job.