Survivors

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SandraCrook

While the tour boat was docked, the children—nine of them, identical but for height—would board and crate the scraps. The improved industry meant two cruises a day, and two meals a day. They tossed most of the trash overboard, making quick work of it, saving that which could be re-purposed into something useful for the home. Home. It was nothing more than strung-up tarps and towels, discarded for a stain or a rip, and beds of years of flattened boxes. It was an unspoken contract: the children cleaned, the family ate, the captain didn’t report the illegal encampment.

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20 thoughts on “Survivors

  1. What a tricky situation. So much is wrong with the arrangement, and yet it works out to everyone’s benefit, as your story so aptly shows. Marvellous ideas, cleverly put together. I love the depiction of the ‘identical’ children. Lovely.

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    • I think that’s probably about as much help as that family will ever receive. It’s not “right”, but it works.

      Thank you Margaret.

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