Unexpected

I’m strongly tempted to open the boxes and see what lies within.

Is it discarded junk? Why should anyone leave it in a public place, in a country where junk dealers abound?

Or the lifetime belongings of a homeless person?

I stop in my tracks out of respect for privacy. I cannot assume the right to peek into an unkempt secret.

The following day, I desperately wish I had done it. I could have won the prize money for reporting contraband.

The boxes contained illegal narcotic drugs.

And the bicycle belongs to my security guard. What could be the connection?


What Do You See #253

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