waste collection

Beep, beep, beep. Wheeeeeeen, thud. Chomp, chomp, chomp…
The garbage truck is loud at the end of her street, hurling the neighbor’s overflowing trash bin and crushing the waste to pieces. She sets her half-full container at the curbside and shuffles back to her house through the empty side of the garage, passing by an unoccupied dog house.
Clink, clink…
As she closes the door, a car key and a leash attached to a dog collar tremble on the wall, a film of dust stirring.
Beep, beep, beep. Whirrrrr…
Outside, the trash collector’s wheels approach nearer.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – 23 July 2021.

PHOTO PROMPT© Na’ama Yehuda תודה חברה שלי 😉

10 thoughts on “waste collection

  1. What a vivid portrayal of desolation and abandonment.
    I almost feel that the garbage truck will eventually take her away too as her life declines and reduces with each loss.
    An excellent piece of writing.

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