Writing: NaNoWriMo Excerpt
Word Count: 536
"Do it for me, baby."
Your mother touches you encouragingly on the shoulder, urges you to push the button. One by one the people stand on the edge of the garbage chute and let themselves falll.
One by one.
You don't hear them hit the bottom.
When the machine compresses its cargo into a smaller block, you hear a groaning, but you're not sure if it's the machinery or the people being crushed. Everything feels numb, and you can't scream or cry. You can't find it in yourself to do anything except stare at the controls in front of you.
Why isn't it stopping?