less than an hour?
| Surprise was the word that described the emotion felt when had awakened, sat down at the computer desk, and looked out the picture window down into the parking lot this morning. Some unfortunate, uncaring, or hurried person(s) had dumped their entire stock of possessions, household at least, onto the concrete, left there without protection and with no hand to hold. Chest of drawers, mirrors, pillows, couches, faux plants, lamps, and on and on it goes as to what laid there in the June sun.
They appeared like turkey vultures and circled about surveying the mass of clutter and massive was the amount of what was left there. Soon, the scavengers began to pick here and there and haul items away and my initial and concerned thought of who would clean that mess up was being answered as I attended to my own business. Meticulously the black girl circled, surveying the mess as if in the finest shopping district or boutique before stopping, puffing upon her lit cigarette, and looking up into the halls of the complex around her. Prize found she collected it and off she went, threading her way through the now crowd, gathered for the big occasion. Free for all was the taking and no parameters or rules blocked the capture of items now relegated to second hand sustenance at the hands of the greedy; no one chastised the girl in the tight fitting, body hugging, animal design, short skirt for multiple trips in her quest for acquisition of treasures now her own and the smile across her face beamed, unashamedly she shone.
Now, one hour later, less than half of it, the stuff, remains there. No doubt by the time work is done and return here will I, it will all be long gone, the bones of it only left and juices long sucked away.