[Rations are low, so are the supplies in the safehouses. So it makes sense to steal now. Would that woman who saved him understand? That the hunger never goes away, while the rich are eating their fill?
He tries to shrug off that memory, keeping his head low. He couldn't steal in the nicer sectors. He was a big red warning sign, with his raggedy clothes and dirty face. He steals from non-kestrel sympathizers, tucking an apple in his pocket, a little bit of bread, some grapes, cans.
Today, though, he's shooed away, or is seen by an old lady, or a number of unlucky situations. It forces him to go into the inner sectors.
People are looking at him more, with suspicion and dislike in their eyes. He thinks he's made it out of a shop with a can in his pocket when a hand grabs his shoulder.]
closed to shrikes
[Rations are low, so are the supplies in the safehouses. So it makes sense to steal now. Would that woman who saved him understand? That the hunger never goes away, while the rich are eating their fill?
He tries to shrug off that memory, keeping his head low. He couldn't steal in the nicer sectors. He was a big red warning sign, with his raggedy clothes and dirty face. He steals from non-kestrel sympathizers, tucking an apple in his pocket, a little bit of bread, some grapes, cans.
Today, though, he's shooed away, or is seen by an old lady, or a number of unlucky situations. It forces him to go into the inner sectors.
People are looking at him more, with suspicion and dislike in their eyes. He thinks he's made it out of a shop with a can in his pocket when a hand grabs his shoulder.]