Saturday, November 22, 2008

The blue truck

It was late in the day as they sit crammed into the back of the blue delapidated truck. The breeze felt good against her sweaty body as the the chugged down the road, the canvas tarp clacking in the wind. Esther was next to her already asleep her head on my shoulder. Grace looked down at her blueberry stained fingers brushed the hair off Esther's face. Today was the first day that Esther had followed her big sister to the field to work. The day had started out overcast and she tought they would be sent home, but she knew she couldn't afford not