A sound broke the morning peace, slowly getting louder. Every Saturday morning, the truck drives around the neighbourhood to collect recyclables. Announcing its arrival with a voice repeating, ‘old newspapers.’ As if this is not enough, there are sounds indicating it needs a major repair. Until junks accumulate to fill the available space, he would rather sleep in. But today was different; the truck sounded sweeter than the birds which shied away as the vehicle passed by for the first time since the start of the pandemic more than a year ago. As the sound faded away, he felt hopeful.
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Lynn Messing
24/9/2021 07:09:03 pm
It's amazing the things one came to miss during the pandemic. I can certainly understand why someone would welcome any small step toward a return to "normalcy" -- even something that used to be bothersome.
David Chek Ling Ngo
25/9/2021 01:20:12 am
Yes, it's amazing, how I even missed things that were annoying. It's life, freedom. Many thanks Lynn. 24/9/2021 08:26:57 pm
A beautiful story that reminds us all how much the simple things we take fir granted, mean. Loved your writing. Good job!
David Chek Ling Ngo
25/9/2021 01:03:26 am
Diane, many thanks. It's like everything is living again.
Sue Clayton
25/9/2021 03:23:03 am
So many little things these days fill us with hope that life might begin to return to normal. But I bet once things are back to normal it won't be too long before the recycle truck begins to irritate.
David Chek Ling Ngo
25/9/2021 04:17:03 am
Hahaha yes, very true. I do hope we learned something from this. Many thanks Sue. Comments are closed.
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