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.
What does nelkumi think? 
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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The film of dust stirring says it all. Excellent description of a lonely, dismal life.
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Thank you.
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Thank you.
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A horribly lonely story.
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Indeed.
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Such a lonely image. Well written. Stay safe 🙂
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Thank you. 😊
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Sad story. Winter is the worst for the abandoned.
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It seems.
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