shapely, ridged, swirled, green glass bottles
waiting for redemption, to fill our pockets
we searched the ditches, dumpsters, curbs
someone even searched the bottle stand
military bases brought their wealth
to entrepreneurs of the kid kind
That’s my Six Sentence Story using the prompy word “redemption.” Go ahead and give it a try by going to this link
When a child, collecting and redeeming pop bottles was the way we made quick cash. It was a regular job to us, one we took seriously. My next oldest brother and I were most likely to pair up and search for these gems. He even hoisted me into the garbage dumpsters to hand him the bottles. Mom was not pleased, when she found out. Eventually, my brother grew into other work, but I continued this venture until I was about 12, when we moved and opportunities changed.
Well, lookie there! I did a poem and a story. It’s enough redemption for this day.