I have a neighbor who has apparently lost their mind and believes that any trash you toss off the balcony goes straight to the garbage heap.
Where it has been going is my porch.
Trash, hair bands, forgotten little toys, plastic cups, miniature marshmallows and on Sunday morning a skeleton.
A glossy black skeleton.
Laying on the cold cement, facing my door as though he was watching for me to come to the window or out the door. It is as if some Voodoo is being worked for the benefit of someone else.
My inspiration this week is the skeleton that still lies on my porch as a warning to others who may decide to send trash and unwanted items out into the great Beyond.
Enjoy Skeletal Remains.