As much as I fear looking back at my former life, I look forward with alarm. The direction in which I travel is dark and inhumane. My course may lead to the end of the world as I know it. My only consolation is that I’m alone on the planet.
“Saga” is the word of the day at The Daily Post.
“Uh, Sir, I think you underestimate me.”
“Do you really think so, Johnson? I mean, look at your record. Just last week you picked up three dead raccoons, twenty squirrels, and four crows. Your contemporaries doubled that!”
“But you forget that they are in the city. You have me out doing the rural routes.”
“Where there should be more roadkill!”
“But…”
“But what, Johnson?”
“But what about the moose?”
“There was a moose?”
“Yeah. Just last week. Didn’t Davis tell you?”
“It’s the first I’ve heard. Did you pick it up all by yourself?”
“Yes, Sir. I did.”
“What did you do with it?”
“It’s been your lunch, Sir, for the last three days.”
This post is part of both The Daily Post and Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click the links to find the prompts!
Linda G. Hill 