Thursday, 24 August 2017
Since fleeing their home a few hours ago her husband had taken them not with the other ramshackle crowd of people fleeingfrom their village on the main road south but across country to the east instead.
She wasn't normally squeamish but she wrinkled her nose with disgust as he had taken them to the sewerage pits on the far side of town as they would not be so obvious there to an advancing army which in his mind would be foolish to the extreme.
All was still and quiet there as they sat down to rest in the bushes to look across the pools of water where hundreds of birds had started looking for food again after egrets, a few swans and dozens of duck stopped staring at them and started fossicking for food again.
The mother pulled open her clothes to offer her breast to their little girl while swallows and other small birds now confident that they meant no harm swooped low over the water flicking their head as they caught insects in flight.
He husband then urged them to move on again as he picked fresh leaves and berries from the bushes urging her to eat them too as they made made their way over the foothills to the border.
"Why?" she asked and he casually replied, "Because you may have to feed the boy too" so she lowered her eyes and understood for their son was only three although already weaned they all had to stay alive somehow and she might be the only food source for them all and it was then she knew he really loved her.
This is a precis of a story I wrote a few years ago which has been abbreviated to six sentences
Image found at www.unicef.org.au