Tess sits bolt upright and takes a deep breath. She stretches her arms wide and then hunches forward. I almost think she’s gone back to sleep but her head tilts and she clears her throat.
“How was your sleep?”
“Not so good. How about you?”
“Not sure. Okay I guess.”
“Can I have some water?”
Zoe leans over, “Here, I’ve got one open already.”
Tess drains the last half and then sets the empty bottle down beside her. I focus in on the clear plastic. Not many left. I’m still struggling with the fact that something we take completely for granted most days is so necessary for our survival. A glint of something catches my attention just behind Tess.
“What do you have there?”
“What?” She looks down behind her, “Oh, that.” Tess pulls a corner of tarp back, “Grandpa made it. I’m keeping it safe for him.”
“Oh. Is it something important?”
Tess watches me from the corner of her eye, “Very.”
“I see. Well, keep up the good work.”
Tess starts playing with her shoe laces, “Dad, I’m hungry.”
I turn and rummage around in the box I’ve been keeping the food in, “Do you want a fruit cup? Last one.”
Zoe shuffles forward with her elbows on her knees. “Dad, have you had anything today?”
“Uh, yeah, of course.”
“You need to eat something too.”
“I’m okay, don’t worry,” I try to smile, but can tell that it falls short.
Wonder what’s going on? Start here -> The Flood – Prologue