So, for the moment at least, running was more important than eating. It would take a couple of days before hunger made him weak or foolish. He knew he could go a day or two without food hunger had been a normal punishment for minor mistakes, small rebellions. He knew the Troopers would still be out there, still searching for him, and his only chance was to move as fast as he could. There was no time to mope, to fear, to eat or even to be hungry. There were few times in his memory that he had been given or even stolen enough to eat. Not that this was intolerable, it was even normal. If the pain hadn’t caught his attention, the grumbling of his stomach, almost a roar, nearly a scream, would have. It was not the light that had woken him, rather it was a relentless gnawing hunger. Jacky woke as the first tentative tendrils of light worked their way through the trees, clawing through the branches, pushing softly through the leaves. They took me far away and made me work, I didn’t even know where my family were, didn’t even know I had a family poor thing. They took me from my family when I was just a little thing, took me from my mother, from my father. She writes fiction, essays, and poetry, and won a Black&Write! Indigenous Writing Fellowship for her debut novel, Terra Nullius. Coleman is a Noongar writer whose family have belonged to the Western Coast of Australia before recorded history. What has been learned from the past? Claire G. In the near future, Australia is about to experience colonization once more.
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