The last piece – 100 word fiction

It had been four days the food packages had not come to the refugee camp. Children were dying of hunger and men felt helpless and dependent on the helicoper God. Neena dived in the trash can to find something to support her toddler. Her eyes fell on a couple of slices of bread, sadly a dog stared as she picked it up. She quickly fed her child the slice trying to eat the other. She nibbled a piece of slice making a heart and offered the rest to the dog. She was a mother after all!

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Picture credit: Kelvin M. Knight

This piece of 100 words is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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