It’s been a long time since I have participated in Friday Fictioneers. Heck, it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. I thought I would give it a try this week. A big shout out to Roger Bultot for the wonderful photo we got to use as our writing prompt. And a huge thank you to Rochelle for continuing to give all of us weekly prompts year in and year out. It has always been one of my favorites!
She didn’t care that she had nothing. She did care about her inability to provide for Tabitha. Her lids closed over tear-filled eyes as she began to whisper.
“I don’t know if you can still hear me. It’s been awhile since we talked. But my Tabby needs food. It’s been 3 days.”
She twirled as a van squealed off. Two feet away stood a highchair surrounded by a mess of discarded boxes.
“One man’s trash another’s treasure.” She murmured. Stumbling forward, her heart leapt as she spied beat up canned goods mixed in the trash.
“More than I’d prayed…Thank You!”