Body bags

A new short story.

On the walk to work, I can smell smoke in the air and feel the sun roasting my neck and I just know we’re going to get hammered today.

Viktor is sitting in the shade in one of the fold up camp chairs, sipping a cup of instant coffee and going through the list of jobs he’s been sent from head office. The dark marks around his eyes and the worn expression on his face tell me he didn’t sleep…