Get it? Private Property

Kate stomps out of the water. “What the fucking fuck, I knew I hated this city for a reason. Our first landing on its shores and it tries to dump fucking garbage on us.”

A fat guy with a goatee and a beet red face appears beside the truck on the bank. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Don’t you understand open and closed times? The park is closed. Not open to paddlers. Shut down so we can work. Get it? Private property. You’re trespassing, get out of here!” Kate charges up the pile of concrete blocks right at him. “You want to get yourself killed? This is a work site, you’ve got to go.” She grunts and struggles to get to him faster, and he looks worried. “You better get down off those blocks, you get killed I’m not responsible.” Kate practically screams in a final sprint up to him. He jumps back a few steps. “This ain’t my fault. You’re not supposed to be in this park.”

"Groundhog" by Matt MacGillivray, edited by A. Malcolm

"Groundhog" by Matt MacGillivray, edited by A. Malcolm