CRISP PACKETS

CRISP PACKETS

Jin opened the shutters, broom already in hand, but the alley was clean! He looked down the row, but he was first to open. He returned inside, shaking his head.

Each morning for a month was the same, until one night he stayed to watch.

A boy, maybe eight years old, collected all the rubbish, eating every scrap of food. Unseen, Jin followed him to a back-street shack.

Inside, children were melting drink cans to make jewellery – Jin had seen them selling it in the street – and in one corner a baby slept on a crackling sack filled with crisp packets. 

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This story popped up the moment I saw Brenda Cox's colourful photograph, but I had great difficulty fitting it into the 100 word limit - I hope it worked! Go to Rochelle's blog to follow the frog link and read other stories.  https://rochellewisoff.com/