Flash Fiction Friday - Dead Stuff

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Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge

Marilyn was standing at her sink washing her lunch dishes when she saw the bear amble through her back yard. It wasn’t a completely uncommon occurrence, but it wasn’t something she saw every day, so she paused and enjoyed the site. It was the next day when she saw yet another bear, or was it the same bear, walk through her yard she got concerned. Then she realized both bears were coming from her neighbor’s property. 

Marilyn huffed as she slipped on her boots, she’d have to go over and clean up their mess, again. They were barely down here overnight; she couldn’t even guess what they could have left behind that a bear would visit 2 days in a row. As she rounded the corner of their house, she saw that he had tipped over the trash can and had torn into one of the black trash bags. 

All the years she lived out here she never had problems with her neighbor’s and that property had gone through a few hands. These neighbors were the “we have so much money we can afford a place in the city and a cabin the woods” type, but they were hardly ever at the cabin and when they were they were trouble, always doing stuff like this, leaving garbage out attracting animals. 

Marilyn couldn’t make out what was in the bag, probably a dead animal, not that they were hunters. Then she saw it and screamed, it wasn’t a dead animal.