The Cleaner

Photo © Dawn Miller

Looking at the lovely path meandering through the forest, you would find it difficult to imagine the state it was in till just an hour ago.

Cleaning up the path had been back-breaking work, but someone had to do it. Not that I was complaining, anything for a good cause, but I was not that young anymore and physical labor had never been my strongest suit.

I decided to look around once again, to check if I had inadvertently left a crumb out, but no, there was none to be found.

Dusting my hands off, I looked at my handiwork with pride.

The wheelbarrow was filled to the brim with bread crumbs. Those two pesky, infernal kids would never be able to find their way home now.

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Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Al Forbes. The challenge is to write a story of 200 words or less, based on the photo prompt given above. For more details visit HERE. To read more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

Note: While this story has its own standalone existence, it can also be read as a continuation of another story of mine: https://jagahdilmein.wordpress.com/2018/01/18/the-happiest-day-of-my-life/

 

 

 

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