Until recently, my father and I would climb into our pickup each morning and drive our route for the day. Between Sunday and the following Saturday, we covered every one of the better neighborhoods in the area, street by street, block by block.
Every day as we motored slowly along, we came upon objects put out along the road with a Free sign attached to them. We would pick up those item that we deemed salable at one or another of the metropolitan flea markets.
It was a living. We were essentially hauling stuff away that folks didn’t want anymore, for whatever price we could get for it.
Unfortunately, folks started putting out more and more free stuff. Too much for scavengers like us to handle. Finally, instead of leaving things on the curb, folks began abandoning it in a variety of public spots, near Goodwill or wherever. Then other folks from the neighborhoods would come, browse, and take the best stuff home with them.
Whatever happened to the American Dream?
for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practioner
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Good story.
Don’t know what happened to the American Dream, but it’s not here in the UK.
well, you’ve been making the front page in the US regularly, which is something…
cheers.