The Shopping Centre at the End of the World
“Oh Daddy! You promised there’d be food if I didn’t cry!” I was crying now, though.
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know. I thought there’d be food here.”
Standing in the water, left by the receding flood, were three empty shopping carts.
“I’m so hungry.” We’d been chewing the skin of bark-less trees for weeks. The flood had stripped the land bare.
“Look, honey! At the end of the valley! Debris from the shopping centre! There could be food there!
“I’m so tired,” I whined.
“That’s okay, girl. I’ll lift you up. At least you can ride in this.”
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