Great Depression

Today’s Author prompt:

One of the potato skins fell on the floor and they made sure to give it to Kelly.

My story:

A next meal was never a certainty during times such as these. Kelly washed the skin with water and put it in the bowl. It would surely be cooked later. Nothing could be wasted. There were nights of boiled macaroni with no hints of cheese or additional seasonings, but they were lucky for what they had. Kelly’s parents reminded them of this whenever the hunger pains were the worst. The hunger was a incessant ebbing and flowing — but always present, a constant, sickening companion. But they were grateful for what they had.