Judging the Johnsons
The following is my entry for this week’s 100 word challenge: ditch.
“Real shame, that,” John murmured, as he shuffled by.
“What a waste,” agreed Sue from her porch.
The city stepped in and wrote a citation for overgrown grass and the trash in the ditch.
Yet not one person knocked on the door and asked after the aging couple who had lived there for 30 plus years; the couple who had cheered on the accomplishments of each boy and girl on the street; the couple who bought every magazine and box of cookies proffered.
Letters were written – complaints filed – heads were shaken. But nobody checked.
Nobody knew the couple was gone.