This week we have a very busy street scene photo-prompt, thanks to Rochelle.(click to visit).
More of our Friday-Fictioneer’s flash stories are available to read HERE.
Vigilante Street Cleaner
They retired my badge last month.
The Chief thanked me for my long loyal service, and the city gave me a pitiful pension for the years I patrolled the sidewalks.
Over time, I deplored how our streets became meaner.
Well, I am a free man; rise late and drink lattes at Antonio’s café.
I enjoy the warm, bright days. Hell! I never noticed the glass tower block before.
The shoes are my message.
See, I collect them in the dark when bedlam stalks the alleys.
Their owners sleep life off in the morgue, and tomorrow there will be another pair.
James McEwan 