In the alley, it seemed out of nowhere, appeared the pudgy man with the denim. He was wearing a jean-jacket and jeans as it was the average October day. He was quick in his manner, and seemed to passersby to be in somewhat of a hurry.
He preferred the alleyways and sidestreets to deal with the deed and the task presented. He carried protectively the peculiar white garbage bag, not tied at the top. As he walked, he was careful his purpose to be known.
Up the street he went, passing a dog by a golf course, and the quickly-setting sun over the horizon of his final destination. He launched the bag into the trailer. His deed was done.