Olivia Hill

The Blue Handkerchief

All of our water, gone. It all started five months ago, and today, we only have one last jug of saved water left. I woke to this the next morning, opening my dry eyes to my parents packing leather bags with our essentials. Their faces were flushed red, my mother with dry tear lines marked on them. Once I sat up, both of my parents looked at me and my mother came to my side.