Four for four for Friday Fictioneers, and feeling great! (Try saying that four times fast. Haha!) It’s a little later in the week from when I usually post, but it’s been a busy week, too. As you can see, by looking at some of my recent posts, I’m still going strong on A to Z blogging, though I’ve been only just keeping up most of this week. My novel for Camp NaNo is also coming along well, and I’m fast approaching a scene my friend has been eager for me to write. Now that I’m over the hill of this busy week, I’m feeling pretty excited for the week to come! Now, without further ado, my story.
Every day, without hesitation, he picked through the dump, taking whatever looked useful to him. A wheel here, an old pot there, maybe a bunch of metal scraps for good measure. But nothing he didn’t intend to use.
They always laughed at him, called him a freak. They said he was insane, dirty for digging through other people’s garbage, and taking such useless things. It would have been one thing if he scrapped them for money, but no. He kept it for his project. And when it was finished, he would ride off into the distance, away from them, forever.