Flash Fiction #7
She sat at the edge of the firelight and knew it would only be a matter of time. As if on cue, flashlights in the distance, the call went out and the teenaged crowd scattered.
She started collecting the cans and bottles, anything empty or unopened went in the bag. She knew that only a few officers came to break up the party and they would be busy trying to grab the kids running in the bush.
Every weekend they partied, every weekend she collected. Empties were cashed in, the full stuff was sold back to them… they never guessed
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a 100 word story.