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Act I “The strap was loose before I touched it.” Margaret Ellis stood beside the coal cart, one soot-covered hand pointing at the frayed strap and the other trembling near the fallen sack….

Act I “Trash. Pull the rail.” The crew chief pointed toward the heavy steel line as if the exhausted man standing beside it had committed a crime by stopping to breathe. His new…

Act I “Trash. Pay for the whole pallet.” The warehouse manager pointed at the towering stack of rice bags as if the entire shipment had been personally damaged by the woman standing in…

Act I “Trash. Crawl in and get it.” The recycling yard owner pointed beneath the garbage truck, where a single plastic bottle had rolled into the shadow of the rear wheel. His black…

Act I “The floor is wet. I caught it.” Linda Hayes stood beside a stack of iced fish boxes, her red, trembling hands gripping the cardboard before it could slide onto the concrete….

Act I “My back can’t lift that today.” The old man stood beside a stack of cement bags, one trembling hand pressed against his lower back, while the construction supervisor pointed at the…

Act I “My hands are numb. I can straighten it.” The words barely escaped the woman’s trembling lips before the warehouse manager pointed at the pallet as if she had committed a crime….

Act I “Trash. Water comes after the dirt.” The words came just as Walter Hayes lifted a nearly empty plastic bottle to his lips. His hands were trembling in the brutal afternoon heat,…

Act I “Trash. Carry it full this time.” The wooden crate tipped in Lily Carter’s trembling hands, and three red apples rolled across the dusty path beneath the orchard trees. She was fourteen…