Flash Fiction #126 – Trash

The Okoro family knew they weren’t moving into the neighborhood to open arms. But they figured times had changed enough they’d be left in peace. Every morning they woke to trash littering their yard. As a family, they’d clean it up. Mrs. Okoro always hid her tears from her teen daughter and son. The father promised things would get better.

Years later, Mr. and Mrs. Okoro woke to commotion. They and the town stared up at the most beautiful sculpture the Okoro children had made from years of trash.

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