Used Goods

 

Used Goods

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am now in a charity shop.

I don't remember volunteering here today.

I’m standing in the back. There are rubbish bags.

My boss comes in and tells me what to do.

I have to sort through these black bags. Simple.

So any donations must go into the large cage.

I open some bags and only find some rubbish.

I put the rubbish bags in the large waste bin.

The smell reaches me, so I put on a small mask.

Fortunately, my alarm goes off and wakes me up.

The End

The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.