Mar 9, 2016 Friday Fictioneers
Photo-Credit: Emmy L. Gant
Genre: Brutal Realism
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Lone Trash
©March 9th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I sit on the sidewalk in the rain, my mind an empty bin. I can barely move.
Ants bite at my veins. Spiders crawl up my spine. Last night’s dinner knocks at my throat. Gagging, I lurch up, and stagger along the street.
I was thrown out of the restaurant. I was being a jerk, I think. There are gaps. I cannot remember. There’s a haze that hangs over my mind when I try.
I’ve lost my job, my wife, my family, my home. My heart is as stone.
There’s a broken trash-can here. I think I’ll keep it company.
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Fairy Blog-Mother whom we love, and who hosts Friday Fictioneers every week! Thanks, as well, to Emmy L. Gant, for the haunting photo-prompt for this week!