I was having a lazy day, darlings, and I didn’t realize that it was Friday Fictioneers day (that’d be Wednesday to the uninitiated into the ways of the great purple addiction — and our mutual dealer, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)
This week’s story is a sad one, I’m afraid. I hope you enjoy it.
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“How long you reckon she’s been here?” The young cop asked his partner.
The woman, wrapped in an ancient parka and lying amid bags of trash, had been dead for days.
“Awhile, kid,” the older man said. “She lived here, more’n likely. People probably passed her a hundred times. Others threw their garbage on her. Thought it was funny.”
The younger man gritted his teeth and spat.
“Human trash!” He said with disgust.
His partner rebuked him. “Hey now! Have some respect for the dead.”
“Not her,” he said, fighting back tears, “the people who let this happen to her.”
100 Words precisely.
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