Randi Babcock

Maren’s Treasure

Maren sat in the middle of the room, or what had been the family’s gathering room. Now, dust, plaster and remnants of upholstery and wood surrounded her as she sat on the floor, sifting through the debris, hoping to find a few items that she could keep as remembrances of her family. A few weeks, no, days before, her life was moving forward in an orderly routine. Familiar events, people and things were taken for granted, as they always are. Now, she was alone. How would it be possible to survive, to even live from day to day? She could find food and a place to sleep, but what about people? There must be others somewhere, but it was too soon to go out and search for them. Just now, even thought was difficult.