The Choice of Silent Pressure

Behind my house,
there is a narrow path too small for cars to pass through.

It gets a fair amount of foot traffic.

Starting six months ago,
right behind my house on that path,
cigarette litter became noticeable.

Likely the contents of portable ashtrays dumped all at once.
Four or five a day.
If I left them for two or three days, there would be over ten.

Well, what to do?

It was concerning from a crime and fire prevention standpoint, and
above all, it was a matter of morals.

Should I put up a sign,
or install a light?

After thinking a bit,
I chose neither.

What I chose was
"silent pressure."

Every single day,
I kept picking up cigarettes left by someone whose face and name I don't know.

Just that, nothing more.

I did that for half a year.

Now,
it's down to maybe one cigarette every two or three days, if that.

This game with no winner or loser.

But I,
am enjoying it just a little bit.

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