Black Thursday - by Duncan Harley

It was bin day today.

The lady round the corner said that she works and puts her bin out the previous night. I asked why. It seems she is afraid of not getting picked up.

I expect she is right.

The man at number 47 sneaks out just before the lorries come and puts extra stuff into the bin. I wonder what he has to hide.
When he saw me looking, he sneaked some more in.

The man next door died recently. His wife pre deceased him some two years before.

I have only been here for two Thursdays.

It’s quite an exciting place to be.