Litter Skitter
by Alan Pinkett
A piece of litter
skittered down the road driven by the strong wind.
Helter-skelter,
litter-skitter.
“Ooh, aah, ow!”
It bounced off a
tree.
“Ouch!”
The air from a van
going the other way spun it back in the opposite
direction and it rose up in a vortex.
“Whoa, whoa,
dizzee… “
The driving force
from the van eventually running out, the litter
stopped momentarily at height.
A little litter
loiter.
Before the descent
started…
“Shi…t!”
The wind took up
the role of main driver again as it neared the
ground, but not enough to prevent a hard landing
on the road.
“Oof!”
The skittering
bounce resumed.
“Ooh, aah, ow!”
This was getting
depressing. Was this really to be the future?
Bashed and battered back and forth around the
streets? It longed for an end to it all…
But it wasn’t
over yet - the litter was approaching a small
patch of grass.
“Oh no, not
the dog’s muck!”
A small patch of
grass known locally as Dog Empty Green.
“Help…
“
Blessedly, the
fervent prayer to the patron saint of litter, St.
Bin, worked for once... Missed the lot...
“Phew…
“
But still the wind
blew the litter on. A garden wall loomed.
“No, not the
gatepost… “
No, not the
gatepost. But straight into a pedestrian, instead.
One of those nice soft pedestrians.
“Oops a
daisy… “
Dangerous business
hitting pedestrians, though. Could get you
kicked…
But the litter was
safe - the pedestrian was a kindly soul. He
lifted it gingerly from his calf between two
fingernails and popped it into a nearby bin.
“Aah…
“ It had reached Bin heaven. It was all over
at last… On the way to the great landfill
burial ground…
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