Friday Fictioneers: Trash in the Alley

I shove my hands down deeper inside my coat

and pull them close to my body for protection

not from the cold so much as from the scrutiny.

I feel their eyes peering down on me

judging me

deciding who I am without knowing me.

I can’t see them

I don’t look

but I know they are there

their windows are above me.

The windows to their cozy little apartments in their cozy little lives

tucked away

from the cold

from the loneliness

looking down on me.

Trash in the alley.


This week’s photo: © Dale Rogerson

 

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100 word writing challenge inspired by a picture prompt. Click here to read other stories.

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51 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Trash in the Alley

  1. This is especially heartbreaking for the truth in this fiction. “I shove my hands down deeper inside my coat and pull them close to my body for protection not from the cold so much as from the scrutiny.” This is so beautiful!

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