looking For A Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inspired by India Emerald's latest Flash Fiction Challenge. It was a picture prompt but I couldn't actually find the same picture.....

Submitted: October 26, 2017

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Looking For A Home.

We live in a camper, Marcus and me. I’ve lost count of the number of times we’ve been asked to move on this last year or two. Nobody wants to have us around for long.

We roll in to town, try to find somewhere out of the way to park up, to make our base. We always try to make our presence as inconspicuous as possible. And we’ll work, both of us. There’s not much one or other of us won’t take on and there’s always people wanting things done cheaply. All we want is enough cash for food, for fuel, nothing more. It’s not in either of our nature’s to try to take advantage of anyone.

We’re neat, we’re tidy. Marcus and I always clean up our mess, take it to a proper bin to dispose of it. We are not noisy, do not hold outrageous parties; in fact it would be hard to find people more unobtrusive than us.

But it always happens, sooner or later. The jobs get done and someone complains – always anonymous complaints – and we are told to move on.

The problem now is that we are running out of places to go. We’ve got food, we’ve got drink, but we are really, really short of gas. Our camper is not going to get us much further.

The road is turning to little more than a track. Are we going to end up in someone’s field, on someone’s farm. That might provide us with an opportunity to make some gas money. But likewise, it might end up with a rifle being aimed towards us with no way for us to move away.

Marcus takes it slow, not least because of the rutted tracks. The last thing we need to happen now is for the camper to tip or get stuck. There’s some sort of sign up ahead, too far off yet for us to make it out. Yellow and black but what is it.....

 

Radioactive! Or is it Bio-hazard! I don’t know, but I do know it’s not good! Now what?

Marcus slows the camper right down. “What do you want to, Helen? Do you want me to turn round or what?”

"And go where? There’s nowhere we’ll be welcome and you know it. Anyhow, this sign might have been up for years.....There might not be any type of hazard left.....”

"So?” he asks, foot above the gas pedal.

"Go for it!” I say. “At least no one will be telling us to move on!”

 

 


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