Drabble No. 1 “Pecking Order”
“Rubbish!” Cook shouted as she dumped the Baklava into the hog pail. “Master requests Mediterranean fare, four hours labor, and he calls it rubbish!”
“Rubbish!” screamed Master as he tossed the manuscript out the open window. “Four months toiling over that story and the publisher calls it rubbish!”
“Boy, take out this slop!” Called Anna.
“Boy, pick up that trash!” Demanded Master.
The boy’s fire was easy to start that night, paper a rare and reliable kindling. His dog had never eaten such a fine meal, buttered pastry and sweet nutty filling.
The boy sighed with satisfaction, “one man’s rubbish.”
-Ashley B. Sheets
(This story was inspired by a prompt found at https://www.eadeverell.com/flash-fiction-prompts/)
Ashley- There’s nothing more timeless than a topic on masters and ‘rubbish.’ Enjoyed this!