It could have been the sun, or the tops of the buildings, but I chose the foreground. Hope you enjoy my 100 word flash fiction challenge brought to you by Rochelle.
The bin man collected the rubbish today.
He took away the crushed cans
And water bottles,
The sweet wrappers,
Bottle tops and half-eaten sandwiches,
The knot of discarded plastic bags,
And the heap of scrunched tissues.
The baby’s pacifier was stuck to lollipop sticks,
Balls of chewing gum and cigarette butts.
The needles had pierced the bag.
The spray can had leaked red paint.
Poking out of the torn newspaper
The gnawed chicken bones lay shattered.
While the blood stained handkerchief
Embraced the stinking whiskey bottle,
Which rattled on the bars.
He left behind
The unchanging view.