He pushed his fingers through the thin black plastic carefully. His nose wrinkled instinctively, waiting for a freshly putrid smell to smack him in the face.
It was dark in the small cramped space of the half-full dumpster, it made it difficult to separate the good junk from the bad. He made his jagged opening a bit wider and saw faces staring up at him. Beautiful faces with perfectly carved features staring up from shining magazine covers.
He smudged through them. All women’s shit. When he saw the stack he was hoping for a bit of porno or at least a lingerie catalog. No one read mags anymore.
He tossed the stack aside and pawed for another overripe trash bag.
The stack of magazines toppled slowly, a waterfall of glossy pages sliding down over his feet. He reached down to move them aside and saw a familiar face looking up at him from one of the back covers. The product was not important, but that face…
His eyes were suddenly moist.