-Rubbish Hunter-

On Monday, I found a crinkled Cadbury packet wrapped around a thorny branch, trying to find a escape route.

On Tuesday, I walked towards the Costa coffee shop, looking for any rubbish hidden like a tortoise in its shell.

On Wednesday, I touched the sharp spikes of a porcupine, looking for a way out of the Morrison bag it was stuck in.

On Thursday, I wondered whether the porcupine or the packet was ever found.

On Friday, I felt the essence of my dead ancestors, warning me about what was to come the next few days.

On Saturday, I watched the clock tick slowly as I led on my bed fretting about what was going to happen.

On Sunday, I listened to the porcupine screaming in pain, was this the warning.