Flash Fiction: Stooping
Written by Emma Mathes
I had wandered every day for a week. I’d flown across the world, by myself, and didn’t want to do anything but walk just as much as I did in my home city.
What I found was that people left their trash treasures everywhere. I’d stumble upon a lamp stand, an old stand-alone mixer, or a tv. And in that way, this rural atmosphere was just the same as my city.
It was striking to see an electronic device amongst the gravel and weeds. And though I didn’t need any of them, I wanted all of them. The power of a good stoop.