“Did you take the high-chair to the curb?” June asked.
“Yes, but, I don’t think–” he said.
“Back home, we leave the useful stuff. Someone always picks it up.”
“Who would leave their trash?” Sally sighed.
“One man’s trash, another man’s treasure, only, this is just trash,” her husband laughed.
Watching from the window, June declared, “A couple is standing by the high-chair. They’re laughing!”
He pulled the curtain aside. “I don’t think–”
“I’m sure they will take it home,” she said gaily.
He would need to return to the curb when she went to bed.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Roger Bultot.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.