Winter Camp by Aussie Flash Fiction contest entry |
![]() Grandmother Gundaroo stoked the embers of the dying fire. Her breath frosted on the air. The Gundaroo tribe were camped on the edge of the mighty Murrumbidgee River, where they fished all year round and kept an eye out for sunbaking Kurria. Grandmother clapped her hands in delight as her grandsons, Turragang and Midju raced towards her. They brought tears to her rheumy, old eyes. "Grandma! Look, see what we have caught in the river," Turragang held a huge barramundi up for her to see. "Now go clean it!" "I helped pull it out." Midju the younger brother kicked dust to get his grandma's approval. "You both have done well, grandsons," she chuckled into her bone pipe. Hiding a smile for the brothers who were so competitive and so loved.
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