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Trashed by an Angel

She was standing gracefully at the bust stop. A golden light seemed to emanate from her brown African skin. Her short kinky, curly hair rested beautiful on her head to crown her perfection.

Eyes like embers of a raging flame. I stared for a minute or twenty three. Short, petit. I was a bit overjoyed when she walked towards my direction. Silly for someone you’ve just met.

She walked like a waitress bearing my food. Careful, precise, not like a fashion model… those ones look starved and walk with murderous intent. She swayed her hips mesmerisingly. Almost to the beat of my heart.

Her voice was crisp and innocent, naive even. Something out of Sebastian Bach’s intricately composed art. My soul danced.

On the bus, she took a seat right behind me as she chatted joyfully with her sister, giggling. I couldn’t follow her conversation (lies) busy enjoying the sweet melody hitting the back of my head.

She held a box of biscuits, I noticed, as I carefully turned around trying not to make anyone suspicious of my interest; pretending to check the vehicles and terrain around.

Are you trying to advertise the biscuits? I held the question in my mind. As I tried to muster all the confidence and courage all while waiting for the opportune time to start a conversation. Not wanting to be a rude interruption.

Just as the planets had perfectly aligned and I’d started to turn my body towards these two lovely ladies. Everything seemingly in slow motion, I saw a figure leap out of the window.

Turning my attention to her, rubbing hands to dispel the bits of biscuits that had stuck. I saw in the corner of my eye the empty packet of biscuits rolling beside the road behind the car.

Looking at her in disbelief she smiled and blushed, like nothing had happened. In my mind I couldn’t believe it. She had littered.


Garbage boxes, trash cans and bins were made to throw trash inside. Please don’t litter our beautiful home, our earth, we have just one of those.

Now, I’m supposed to nominate other people to spread the message and hopefully reach all corners of the earth.

1. POOJA G

2. AP2

3. Aanya

4. Denise

Save our planet. I leave this in your hands.

Rules are simple: write a captivating story, poem, sentence, essay, quote…. either real or fiction about environmental conservation.

Some ideas you can use are:

  • Proper waste management
  • Tree planting/afforestation
  • Deforestation
  • Carbon footprint
  • Clean energies… Etc

Topic: Saving our planet! You may title it anyway you want.

10 thoughts on “Trashed by an Angel”

    1. Rules are simple: write a captivating story, poem, sentence, essay, quote…. either real or fiction about environmental conservation.

      Some ideas you can use are:

      Proper waste management
      Tree planting/afforestation
      Deforestation
      Carbon footprint
      Clean energies… Etc
      Topic: Saving our planet! You may title it anyway you want.

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  1. Still working on it a bit. Apologies for the confusion.
    Write a short story, poem, essay, anything you fancy. The topic is saving our planet. But you can title yours any way you want.
    It’s about bringing awareness to the world about importance of environmental conservation.

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  2. As much as I truly resonate with the whole thing; me and all the crushes I get, you’d think I’m an African wedding, (oh, wait, that’s a different crash) the feelings decipate faaasssstt when littering comes into play. Anyway, as much as I resonate, it’s really the title that takes the biscuit from me.

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