“But it was in the hedgerow, Miss.”
“It’s not ‘nature’, Robbie.”
Robbie was defiant.
“Is too. There’s loads of them growing there.”
So the ‘alternative-nature’ section of the table was conceived, rapidly filling up with ring-pulls, beer cans, plastic bags and sweet-wrappers.
“That’s unhygienic,” said Robbie’s father on Parents’ Evening, gazing at Robbie’s centre-piece in the alternative-nature section.
Robbie tugged at his hand.
“But it’s nature, Dad, you said so when you let me ride in the truck with you during the holidays.”
With mixed emotions, people studied the plastic bottle glowing resplendently amber under the fluorescent lights.
If this is just a UK practice, then my story this week may be incomprehensible (nothing new there then). But I make no apologies for bringing it to the attention of Friday Fictioneers. Nothing winds me up more than seeing our countryside littered in this way by people too lazy to simply take a moment to get out of the vehicle. Rant over… Thank you, Rochelle for using my photo this week. 🙂 It was taken at the old museum in the school house at the deserted and mostly ruined village of Tyneham in Dorset.