<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Push on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/push/</link><description>Recent content in Push on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/push/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sarah in the Trash</title><link>/stories/2018/08/31/sarah-in-the-trash/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/31/sarah-in-the-trash/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: This story is a rewrite by the same author of &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="../storieslr/ryantakesoutthetrash.html"&gt;Ryan Takes out the Trash&lt;/a&gt;&amp;rdquo; and posted by me after enjoying reading the other &lt;a href="https://www.deviantart.com/bishopberkley/gallery/57025793/Sarah-Stories"&gt;Sarah Stories&lt;/a&gt; on his DA Page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sarah was in a rush. She&amp;rsquo;d spent too long putting on her make up as usual  - but she admitted to herself that she was looking pretty fantastic in her crisp white blouse, tight black skirt and high heeled shoes. She didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be late for work.
“Where’s that folder that was on the table?” she asked her nephew, Andrew, who was sitting on the sofa reading a comic. He had been staying with Auntie Sarah over the Easter holidays and his school didn’t start back until the following day. To be honest, she couldn’t wait for him to leave. He was a pretty unruly kid - a pain in the, well, the everywhere to be honest!
“That folder full of scrappy paper? I chucked it in the trash!” he smiled. Sarah nearly fainted.
“BUT THOSE PAPERS WERE IMPORTANT!!!!” she shouted – desperately worrying whether the bin men had arrived yet.
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Sarah. I was only trying to be helpful. You should be more careful what you leave lying around!” he said with a wounded expression.
Sarah tried to calm herself down and explained to Andrew that it was very important that they go and find her papers. Right Now. He explained to her that he&amp;rsquo;d bagged them up with the kitchen trash but he hadn&amp;rsquo;t been able to fit it in the household bin, so he&amp;rsquo;d taken it out into the alley and put it in a much larger dumpster. So Andrew led Sarah led out into the alley to show her, lifting the lid on a large, chest height, green container that appeared to be about half full of refuse.
&amp;ldquo;Somewhere in there…&amp;rdquo; he shrugged. she bit her lip and tried not to go into another rant. He had only tried to be helpful, after all. she asked him nicely if he minded trying to get the bin bag back out again. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t too keen on her suggestion.
“You can’t expect me go in there!” replied Andrew in disbelief. “It&amp;rsquo;s your stuff. You’ll have to do it!”
She supposed he was right. Her paperwork wasn’t going to find itself. she took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the dumpster.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>