Rob hated his God forsaken life. “What else do you expect from a blind, forty-year old, trash collector?” He shouted at the sky, spurting spit all over his face. “This world will end, but these baboons will never learn to throw their shit where it belongs!” He felt paper rustling beneath his feet and caught it with a trash grabber. Unlike his usual way of crumpling up paper, he spent extra time ripping the winning million dollar lottery ticket to pieces.
“Serves you right!” Rob had a habit of talking to trash. He limped on with a big grin.
Writing 101 challenge day 5 prompt:
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
Nida Khan Writes 
Great take on the prompt. Did he or didn’t he know–oh yeah…read it again. he was a blind trash collector. Nicely written.
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Thank you:D
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I like your irony 🙂
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Eeek! Ouch!
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I know! Poor guy!
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Well done, Nida! A very imaginative and unexpected ditty!
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Thank you James:D
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You can call me Nate. 🙂
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What a beautiful yet sad story Nida. A wonderful double twist with you telling us he is blind towards the beginning of the story and then he rips that winning lottery ticket up at the end.
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I know. I felt sad writing it. Thanks for reading:)!
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Oooh, lovely story! 😀
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why, thank you:D
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