#AtoZChallenge April 20, 2018. Recycle Wednesday
26 posts. 26 days. And 26 letters of the alphabet, one post beginning with each letter, in April.
Follow me as we visit the not-quite-normal retirement village of Twilight, Arizona, where reality clashes with the unexplained.
“When is recycle day?”
Judy Frasier rolled her eyes. “Wednesday,” she shouted from the front of the house. Dear God, the man couldn’t remember anything. Birthdays, anniversaries—he’d forget Christmas if not for all the commercials.
“This Wednesday?” Russ asked, walking into the house with an empty plastic bag in his hands.
“The second and fourth Wednesday of every month, just like the HOA guidelines said when we moved in.” She would dig them out of the filing cabinet and shove them under his nose if she thought it would do any good.
He waved his hand in dismissal. “I’m too busy to keep track.”
Busy? Doing what? Golfing? Swimming in the pool at the rec center around the corner? Attending every estate sale in Twilight, Arizona and bringing home junk he either sold at a loss or she threw out?by