Sunday, March 11, 2012

Recycle (Flash Fiction)

Found on Google Images. I own nothing.


“Recycle?” Brian eyed her skeptically. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do.” She bopped him on the head with the empty plastic water bottle. “You practically inhale these things, all I”m asking is that you stuff ‘em in a bag and give ‘em to me later. I’ll turn them for you. No worries.”

“No worries? And you just rake in the cash, huh?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not about money, you birdbrain! It’s about saving the earth, the environment and other green stuff.”

“Green stuff?”

“Yeah. You know. Things that grow.”

He snorted. “Don’t ever become an environmentalist spokesperson. You suck at it.”

She laughed. “Just put your bottles in a baggie for me, ‘kay? I’ll have Pops grab ‘em when we come by next weekend.”

He fired off a snappy salute. “Yes ma’am!”

She bopped him with the bottle again.

(c) Sara Harricharan


Joanne Sher said...

Cute :) Fun stuff, Sawasweets!