Heather Talley

Scavvers

“I don’t like the look of those clouds out east, let’s make this one quick.” The words played over in Nim’s head, reminding her to keep moving every time she stopped and lingered. Her gloved hands moved in a practiced pattern as she combed through the bedroom. Top to bottom. Left to right. This wasn’t her first time picking over the bones of an old house, it had been her job to do so for nearly a year now. ‘Scavvers’ they were called. An ugly name for the unglamorous occupation of searching through ruins of days long gone for any resources that could be hauled back home to Little Oak.