My brother and I hopped a boxcar our destination unknown. Exhausted from the menial work performed that day, we laid close to the open door. Steel wheels whined a familiar lullaby as we studied the stars.
I thought about our past life with Mom and Dad, before the depression. We had left before they put us out.
‘Do you wonder where they are?’ Jack asked.
‘No’, I lied.
Jack sobbed into my shoulder then fell into a restless sleep. Before I drifted off, my mind wandered to Sunday dinner at the farm and Mom pulling freshly baked biscuits from the oven.
101 words/Genre: hmmmmm I have no idea
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