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Bread and Milk
Bread and Milk
Bread and Milk
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Bread and Milk

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A lone, feral boy tries to eke out an existance into yet another winter in this foreign land.

With prejudice, poor weather, and bad luck against him, can he survive?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateNov 27, 2016
ISBN9781326870294
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    Bread and Milk - Lewis Wade

    Bread and Milk

    Bread and Milk

    Book Cover - Bread and Milk.jpg

    A Short Story by Lewis Wade

    (6,000 words)

    27 January 2016

    ISBN: 978-1-326-87029-4

    Classification

    Category PG - Suitable for children under Parental Guidance

    Mild Adventure

    WARNING:- This story contains: mild English profanities throughout, and some descriptive bloody scenes. It is considered suitable for children over eight years old.

    The Story

    The biting air finally forces its way beneath the mouldy cardboard, around the filthy jacket bottom, up past the black leather belt, and chills his small, grubby back. Nature's alarm clock has woken him - night time is here.

    He chooses to fitfully sleep through the daylight hours, to eke as much comfort from the feeble warmth scarcely found hidden in the few hours of winter light that a lucky dry day could offer. And the darkness of night offers him the security he seeks for the active part of his covert, feral life. He prefers the cold to the wet. He hates the wet. He can always find ways to warm up, but he can never get dry. Never! Nikogda! His mind escapes to the summer when he can wash his clothes and himself in the creek, and let the sun dry them both in peaceful contentment, lying there naked; pink-skinned where his scrubbing could reach, and humming tuneless renditions as he aimlessly scrutinises the clouds drifting overhead. He wishes it was Summer. But he knows it is a long, long way away.

    He shivers and throws off the tattered cardboard box and the remains of his damp blanket, climbs from beneath his bush, and stands up arching his back in a stretch. And a sigh. He hangs his bedding upon his bush that is his lair, hoping that the hissing breeze that

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