(75 word short story published on Paragraph Planet on Friday 20-Mar-2015)

Inefficiencies in the spice rack, said Dad, are now all but eliminated.

One refill pack, perhaps paprika, best before we last won Eurovision. Not two but three vintage pots of garam masala. A very sorry for itself vanilla pod, possibly pre-dating Madagascan independence.

Gone, the lot. Much better now, you agree?

Sure, Dad, thanks for house-sitting.

Once he'd toddled off, I stared into the bin, trying and failing not to think about the street value.