November 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that uses scraps. It can be scraps of dried flowers, paper, metal, fabric, food — any kind of scraps you can think of. Then write a story about those scraps and why they matter or what they make. Go where the prompt leads you.
When I met Mary she was scrounging throwing items into an old shopping trolley.
The trolley contained everything that was important to her. When I asked her about her life she pulled an old photo album from the bottom of the trolley and laid it out on the ground. “My life,” she said pointing to photos of a young girl, a woman in uniform and finally a woman with child.
“I’m not a scrap of good anymore,” she said shutting it up and burying it again. She shuffled off, the scraps of her life moving in front of her.
Written for: https://carrotranch.com/2018/11/15/november-15-flash-fiction-challenge/
Morpethroad 
Sad, but true of many people. Loke how you manage to condense so much. 🙂
Thanks for reading
Those last two line read so painfully, Michael. And yet often we discard people like scraps. Homeless with a trolley she feels no good.
So true Charli