<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Transfer-Station on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/transfer-station/</link><description>Recent content in Transfer-Station on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/transfer-station/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>From Fantasy To Reality</title><link>/stories/2019/06/08/from-fantasy-to-reality/</link><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/08/from-fantasy-to-reality/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“I’m off to work now, see you later” said Zoe in a raised voice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Okay, bye” shouted Emily from her bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Emily heard the door close and with that, she was alone in the flat. She was sharing student accommodation with three other people - Zoe being one of them. The other two were Stephen and Robbie, who hadn’t long left for the quiz night at the pub. Emily watched as Zoe entered her car and drove off, out of sight. A few hours of peace were now guaranteed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Xmas Cleanup</title><link>/stories/2017/01/29/xmas-cleanup/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/29/xmas-cleanup/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sal hated Christmas. Not because he was a Scrooge, and he really liked to help others and always put his change in the kettle. What Sal hated was the days after the holiday.
Sal worked on a garbage truck. And for a solid week afterwards, the streets would be lined with bins and bags, piles full of trash. The wrappings, paper and boxes were no problem even if they should have been set out next week to be recycled. No, it was all the old toys and furniture and kitchenware that had been replaced by gifts. It was all kept so the new things would be a surprise. And out it all went starting the day after Christmas.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tales of Green Valley: Picked Up with the Rest of the Trash</title><link>/stories/2016/05/02/tales-of-green-valley-picked-up-with-the-rest-of-the-trash/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/02/tales-of-green-valley-picked-up-with-the-rest-of-the-trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is a Tales of Green Valley story, submitted with the permission of Tammy_murfin&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tales of Green Valley
Picked Up - With the Rest of the Trash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The transfer station was quiet for the most part - the conveyor belt shutdown for the day, a pile of bagged garbage strewn at the bottom of the pit. The cute, slender woman in her black dress, dropped the heavy black bag of trash she carried with her upon the ground with some force. The trash inside the shiny black bag moaned loudly - in protest or excitement, Louise could not be sure. Her bare, dirty foot pressed against the garbage bag with the suspiciously human outline…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>