Photo prompt: © Ted Strutz
She stopped by to check on her elderly neighbor and saw a bulging bag on the curb. Odd. Trash-collection was two days away. Ethel could get ticketed.
She grabbed the bag. The thing was heavy! How did the ancient women lug this? She carried it up the path to the door.
“Ethel?” she knocked. “It’s Belinda.”
Silence. Was Ethel sleeping? Belinda knocked again. Waited. Rang the bell. Used her key.
There was no one home. All personal effects gone.
Heart pounding, Belinda rushed to untie the bag.
A mess of photos spilled out, scattering Ethel’s life to the ground.