“Lost…. Lost…. Lost….” The voice was coming from the back alley.
“Hear that?” Our first night on the beach and we had stayed out way too late.
“Let’s check it out.”
“Are you crazy? This isn’t Mayberry.”
“Try to find a cop?”
“In our condition… And you want to find a cop!”
Sidestepping better judgement, we spied an elderly man trying to move a huge dumpster. “Lost…?”
“Can we help you?”
“Lost…” He continues to try to pull on the dumpster.
Suddenly an enormous yellow tom jumps from dumpster and into his arms.
We turn and walk away.
Written for Saturday’s Photo Prompt: Requirements: Create a 100 word story using the story prompt.