Julie holds my hand, as I’m about to fling the empty water bottle away.
“Let’s walk a little more. There must be a recycling bin somewhere.”
“Bottles are picked up to be refilled and sold again.”
“Crush it as much as you can. Do you remember how my sister could not receive medical help during the floods, and …..” Her voice was choked.
“What does it have to do with this bottle?” My left arm was around her, as I held the empty bottle in the right.
“It is this plastic at the bottom of the sea which causes floods.
Reena Saxena 
Wonderful post. Thanks for sharing
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Thank you!
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Such painful cause and effect that seems to devastate more and more. Well told in a sngle moment.
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Thank you, Charli!
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excellent , lovely post thnx 2 share
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🙂
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Excellent tension. The last line left it all unresolved. Good writing! ❤
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Thank you, Colleen!
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You’re so welcome. ❤️
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The dialogue is concise and yet discloses attitudes. The message comes through, but we’re left with tension and decision unresolved. Which is where the readers will be, one way or the other. This is successful work, if I may say so.
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Thank you so much! Your encouragement is much appreciated.
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Yeah, plastic is veru dangerous… good info via story..Didnt know that plastic is one of reason to cause flood.
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Thank you, Shilpa!
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