Today on Microdosing our prompt is TRASH!
Write a story in 50 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
"One man's trash is another man's treasure — Such a widely used phrase by this primitive species," Gorglax mumbled under his tentacles as he aimed the extraction beacon at Earth.
"Well, the Xantri dumped them here, and we're the ones harvesting them, so there might be some merit to this."
The moment I set eyes on the little shivering bag o' bones, Louie knew he'd got me.
"Where d'ya find him, son?"
"Just dumped in the trash behind the 7/11...Can we ... keep him?"
The kitten squeaked.
"Do we call him Trash, or Treasure?"
"Trash!" said Louie
"maow" squeaked Trash.
I eat four-star restaurant fare every night, gratis. Haven’t paid for an outfit in years. Might get the odd bauble for my efforts.
Speculating I’m a thief? A celeb devouring perks? Nope. Your mind in the gutter? Well, I’m no whore.
I’m a dumpster diver. And a damn good one.