River
Trent shook his head as Claire staggered out the clinic. She'd come in complaining of stomach cramps- then told him she'd been drinking water from the river!
Every day!
He tried not to think of the decaying branches, rusty cans and smelly old boots he'd seen floating in that river…or how often Stu played in it, pulling up mud and weeds and Goddess knows what else!
"Unfiltered….Full of germs…Why would anyone drink that….?" He muttered, sipping his cup of coffee. "No wonder she's always sick."
Elli bit her lip. "…..Where does the water for our coffee come from?"
Trent blinked.