The Truck – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant wait to get started
He hopes he has not lost his touch
Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction
Has become an addiction
AnElephant enjoys it so much

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to read smooth-running tales engineered by skilful mechanics of story tellers.
But please first read AnElephant’s cluttered junk piled in the back of the lorry.

Copyright Al Forbes

The Truck

I see the truck parked two doors down, outside the empty house.
I wonder briefly if someone is moving in, then think no more about it.
As I finish my after dinner brandy my darling wife smiles at me.
Did you notice the old clapped-out white truck in the lane?
Yes, why?
It belongs to a transport company from Marseille.
They transport people’s belongings in that?
She giggles, I suppose you could say that!
Oh, is someone moving in?
No, she laughs, someone is moving out! They dispose of unwanted goods.
But for who? That house is empty.
For me!
So what unwanted goods do you have?
You, sweetheart.
Me? What do you mean?
They dispose of bodies.
What?
Did you enjoy your last brandy, my love?