FLASH FICTION:-- HORROR, SCI-FI, HUMOUR, CRIME, SLICE OF LIFE, ETC.
Friday, 20 March 2015
There was no real need for me to visit the recycle centre today, other than it was warm and sunny, and I just felt the need to get out of the house for a while.
The few items in my shoulder bag chinked and rattled slightly as I made my way the couple of hundred yards from home to where the recycle skips sat in the corner of the supermarket car park, luckily no-one heard, or if they did they chose to ignore.
I slipped the bag from my shoulder and began posting the items through the holes into the separate containers.
A Coke bottle, a coffee jar, two crushed beer cans, a tuna tin, a soup can, and two corned beef tins.
Hardly worth the visit really, but it certainly was a beautiful day to be out and about.
I slung the bag back over my shoulder, glanced at the ruined mass of the supermarket. No point in even looking in there for anything. Nothing left in there but inedibles, armed scavs, and rats the size of dogs.
I set off back towards home, quietly making my way from one burnt out car hulk to the next, keeping low, eyes and ears working overtime.
There was no real need for me to visit the recycle centre today.
Maybe I am insane.
I prefer to think I'm clinging to the hope that maybe one day everything will go back to how it used to be, and someone will turn up to empty the skips.
©2015 Stephen. J. Green.