Thank you Yinglan for our photo prompt!
That cart has always been an eyesore. How many a times we have begged the old man to remove it away, he hasn’t paid any heed to our words. The next time he comes up with the reasoning that it is his piece of land and his cart, I wouldn’t be thinking twice before I call the police, yelled Tom in frustration.
His wife joined in saying that she wasn’t able to invite her friends to their house because the eyesore spoiled the beauty of their bungalow.
The old man was a scrap dealer, making his living collecting scrap from door to door.Every week he used to come to this place, and it was his unofficial storehouse. What would they understand? Now that my son is grown up and helps out in my business I have a wagon to make life simpler.
But do I ever want to forget the business I ran with my dad, out of this eyesore cart, smiling to himself the old man walked away leaving the yelling couple to their pride.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you PJ for running this challenge and Yinglan for providing the photo prompt. This is written as a part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write in about 100-150 words(+/- 25 words) based on the photo prompt. For more details please visit here