The Darkness
It’s especially cold tonight-I thought to myself as I looked out the window, at the pouring rain. The cup of tea in my hands had started to grow cold but I quickly finished it; we couldn’t afford to waste. I try to haunt every day. I sometimes catch a beaver-on a good day. Mostly it is plants and questionable fruit. We are lucky we haven't died of poisoning yet. The food is not enough. My sister Swairie and I must ration what we have. There is more food now with father gone, but I’d give away all the food for one more minute with him. The rain quickly turned to hail causing a loud sound on the roof of our tiny house- a sound that had woken up my little sister.
