Wanting for Grass

Angular packed a bag of mega belongings, amongst which was the rag doll she had manged to bring from their farm. She had little memory of the place but what she did have was coloured by her perants rememberings. The cows warm soft noses, the mollassis stodge in shiny pllastic buckets around the fields. Oh yes the fields she remembered them, longed for them in her dreams, grass. She wanted grass, its coolness benieth her feet.

She stuffed the toy in her bag roughly, angry, generations they had been here, it was their land! Oh not that exact spot to be sure, but they had been farmers on one side or other of her family for as far back as any of them knew. But the war had changed things, and land was needed for housing by the new regieme.

The solders had come to the house, her golden house with dark beams and had told her perants to pack. They had protested they were farmers – farmers where always safe, people always needed food. A camo arm had wacked her father across the face blooming his noise into a bloody mess. Jess had taken her hand and they had packed things important to them and Benji. Mostly they put in blankets and toys, and the e-reader.

This had been a dangerous thing to do, it contained a copy of wikipedia as well as other forbidden texts but it was in the hands of children so all subsequent searches assumed it to be school issue. The e-reader was now packed in Benjis bag he was still only seven, the rouse would probably work again they hoped. Besides this time they were being expelled from the country, some strange scheme, she was worried about it, so was her mum and dad. They looked so old, fingers blistered and burned from working in the PCB factory.

But why uproot them again? They had one room in a shared apartment – the whole thing was smaller than the downstairs of the farm had been. The room had become extra opressive recently as Jess just sat crying alot and putting on weight. How she was managing this was beyound Angular, they had very little food, the Asian bread basket had folded two years before. Around the time the solders had taken their mother away to be steralised, she had more children than she was allowed and it was only Dad’s hard working record that had saved him from the mines.

‘Mum were are we going?’ Angular asked suddenly, her mothers eyes brimmed with tears.

‘I don’t know.’ she whispered horsely.

Everything was packed, within two hours there wasn’t much, the soldiers knocked and escorted them out at gun point. Everyone from the little appartment had hugged and said good bye just in case. Mrs Cheryl had sobbed and pressed a lavander ribbon into Angulars hand.

They were herded into trucks with too many people in them, she felt the sweat of those around her seep through her cloths, smelt the fear and bowl movements of scared animals, she wanted to run, wanted to be free and there was just a crush. Her father and mother where taking it in turns to try and shelter them from the press of the crowd. Angular got angry, Jess was 15 why wasn’t she helping? At ten she was too small but Jess should help. But then she looked at her sister and saw the fatigue in her face, so pale, sweating. Jess must be sick – she was sure of it – why had no one said?

Bruised and battered they eventually left the truck and a reek hit them, salty, putried, rotting fish. She gagged. Another set of trucks sat before them, these ones were different somehow. It scared her and she withdrew behind her perants holding onto Jess and Benjis hands. They were man handled into a pen, where her mother wet herself, they stood and waited – the solders guns trianed on them. People from the other trucks came forward and handed over some boxes with a strange snake design on them. There were loud bangs and splintering noises as the crates were checked and then the solders were getting into their trucks and driving away.

Jess fainted.

People from the trucks ahead of them surged forward and surrounded Jess, Angular wasn’t going to let them kill her sister – she attacked, the man with the thin knife who was standing over Jess. ‘No!’ her father yelled and pulled her back.

‘They’re going to kill her daddy!’ she cried.

He shook his head, ‘No sweet heart they aren’t they’re not solders, their doctors! Doctors!’ he cried slumping to his knees. He begain to laugh and wouldn’t stop. To Angulars suprise they were helped onto the trucks and given seats!

The doctors looked her over and she squinted at them with suspicion. A lady smiled at her and gave her a t-shirt. And then they were getting off of the trucks, sky and sea and more putried salt greeted them. ‘What are they?’ her father asked pointing to what looked like an array of long pine cones bobbing on the sea, glinting in the sunlight.

‘They are your new homes, the UN built them, I think you’ll like them though you will have to deliver your freedom cost.’

‘Freedom cost?’ Angular asked.

‘You’re free now, we bought you out but with a deal that we would provide the Empire with medi supplies now and food later on. You will be helping with both – out there in your new countries.’

With that they were bundled into boats and on a rather bumpy ride taken to see the pine cones. ‘Greenhouses?’ her father asked.

‘There are traces and hydroponics, flower gardens and goats. We hope to get you bees soon so for now you’ll have to pollonate crops yourself.’

Her father burst into tears.

They stepped upon the sea farm, large and gleaming, ‘Mum?’ Jess asked, ‘will the baby be ok now?’

Mum squeezed her hand.

Posted: Thursday, April 19th, 2012 @ 2:05 pm
Categories: Series, The Punks World.
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