This week’s words: Landfill diversion procession menace countdown skateboard delve brisk periwinkle auctioneer
‘Gather them by the handful,’ she had told them.
‘Make sure you collect an equal amount of blues and purples.’
‘What ones we don’t want will go to landfill. God help us,’ she murmured thinking of the millions wasted and ending up in the ground.
In years to come, she knew, they’d convert the landfill site into a skateboard park and youths with long hair and pimples would have hours of fun and no longer be a potential menace to the rest of society.
She had the ability to look into the future and see the diversions society was to take. These would be the last of the periwinkles. After today the countdown would be on and another loved plant would drift into extinction.
She sighed as the auctioneer mounted to his lectern and looked about surveying the crowd that had gathered after the long procession down the High Street to the Town Hall where the auction of the remaining periwinkle plants would take place.
A brisk auction took place with bids flying left and right as the last of their kind were won and the triumphant quickly delved into their pockets for the cash needed to ensure their success.
Around the town six gardeners worked late into the night inside their especially constructed green houses to create a likely home for the remaining periwinkles as outside the climate was warming at an alarming rate killing off the remaining plant life.
Mans own menace, greed, she thought, had led to this. The one thing so many were in denial of. She watched, as the crowd processed out of the Hall and wandered off realising so many would not survive the next winter.