Trash or Treasure
I’d made it a mile from home in another attempt at a couch to 5k when I stopped. It was trash collection day in the neighborhood, so maybe that’s all it was. Trash. I got closer to see a couple of school books sprawled on the edge of the sidewalk, a black spiral notebook beside them. Had a teen been bullied and their back pack emptied? Had someone been kicked out of the house by an angry parent? Was I really nosing around in someone’s garbage? I was. I looked inside the books for a name. Nothing. I picked up
