Forage duty. They try to tell you it’s a privilege, an honour. You’re special, a chosen one.

The truth is it’s dangerous. You’re expendable and you’re exposed.

Return empty-handed and you will be punished. That’s why I’m still out here as the light fails, still hunting.

They only come for us at night. It’s suicide to stay out this late, but what choice do I have?

It will be a relief when take me.

My only regret is leaving my love behind.

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Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Forage. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers.

If you’re interested in finding out more about my ‘State Trilogy’ novels, I’m blogging about them all month for April as part of the A-Z Challenge, and you can find all the posts so far HERE.

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