Wearing our vintage misery
Jul 31, 2016 7:51:11 GMT -5
Post by Jaz on Jul 31, 2016 7:51:11 GMT -5
Cobey hadn't eaten in twenty-four hours. The rations could not come quickly enough, in fact, they were late. The rest of her family was asleep. Perfect--Cobey would surprise them. She opened the door slowly, in a vain attempt to discourage it from creaking. Sure enough, it did anyways. She stepped outside and pulled the door shut behind her, shading her eyes against the sun. She joined the ration line that had formed in the middle of the seam.
"Name?" One of the distributors inquired.
"Lesell," Cobey said.
"Ah, okay, here ya go," the man said, handing her a box.
She took it, thanked him, and took off to her home. She opened the door, seeing that everyone was awake now, and grinned, "I got the rations."
Her mother immediately got to work preserving the food, while Cobey started preparing a measly breakfast. After they had eaten, Cobey walked out and wandered aimlessly around the seam.
"Name?" One of the distributors inquired.
"Lesell," Cobey said.
"Ah, okay, here ya go," the man said, handing her a box.
She took it, thanked him, and took off to her home. She opened the door, seeing that everyone was awake now, and grinned, "I got the rations."
Her mother immediately got to work preserving the food, while Cobey started preparing a measly breakfast. After they had eaten, Cobey walked out and wandered aimlessly around the seam.
