Blood Stream (A Short Story)
“I shift my bum, trying to get more comfortable on the granite rock I’m perched on, and stretch my back, before refocusing on the book on my lap. The book is made of bleached white paper which is still crisp and smells fresh. It’s one of the newest ones I own. My father says it’s important that I learn this stuff so I can get a decent job, like him, and that I never tell anybody what he’s told me. I don’t know what would happen if I did. What I do know though, is that if I don’t pass my exa...ms, if I can’t get a job, the government won’t help me. I will have to look after myself. That’s why I’m out here sitting on this uncomfortable stone. I am hoping some kind of animal will approach the bait; freshly cut carrot I grew in our garden. I’ve laid it out in a secluded corner that’s protected by rocks and ferns, and in my direct line of sight. I’m hoping to catch a rabbit, as they’re my favourite. Then I can kill it and we will have meat for dinner. My dad has taught me well, and I hunt frequently, so at least if I don’t get a job I will be able to survive, I will be able to eat, and stand up for myself in a fight.MoreLess
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