Generous people clear out wardrobes, bagging up clothing of past butterflies, moths and grubs for someone else to assume the colours of their lives.
Small children in the back lane fossick in the bags that are left as offerings for St Vincent.
It is recycling alive.
Saffron robes could not hide the joy of woven straw hat and checked chef’s apron topping the slinky satin dress too big for a princess in oversized heels.
Her friend drapes fake flowers looped in leis around a slender neck and for a moment I remember that dressing up is not only for adults.
A drabble I worked up this morning from a creative topic I thought of in Angela Meyer’s Microfiction workshop at the Byron Bay Writers Festival. I shared it with the lady sitting adjacent in a paired exercise, however the idea has been resonating with me ever since.
As for illustrating it, I just trawled through some older photographs I took last year because it is just too wet outside today while the east coast of Australia experiences a near midwinter drenching. I don’t blame the weather as it could be a drought-breaker for some on the land who are doing it tough.
Also I’d need to line up some smaller children and photograph them from a hide near the charity bin to see if it would work… if there are any outside now they would be under umbrellas and likely prefer to play in the puddles. To be honest, what gets dropped off there is all a bit too random to guarantee it would match my story… so I’ll stick with imagination instead. <AJC>