November drabbles - 12
On the boat, she helped her mother tend the children, and she felt sick. Waves tossed her round. Salt drenched her gown. And she felt sick some more.
In the bay, she helped her mother tend the children, and she felt sick. Neighbors died, were carried aground, buried down where none could save them.
In the house, one long low smelly and miserable place she felt sick again. She buried the lost, tended the living and felt sick.
She mended the wounded, best she could, and wished her parents still lived. She got sick, prayed, God saved, and she survived.
In the bay, she helped her mother tend the children, and she felt sick. Neighbors died, were carried aground, buried down where none could save them.
In the house, one long low smelly and miserable place she felt sick again. She buried the lost, tended the living and felt sick.
She mended the wounded, best she could, and wished her parents still lived. She got sick, prayed, God saved, and she survived.
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