FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - DEAD RIVER - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

DEAD RIVER

            Three months passed before we saw the sun again; its meagre light barely visible through the ashen sky.

            We’d reached another dead river.  Swollen bodies floated lazily down stream.

            “I’m so thirsty,” Ginny moaned.  “Can’t I take a tiny sip?”

            “You don’t want to end up like these folks, do you?  We’ll find another shop soon.”

            After we crept out of our storm cellar, we’d been foraging for bottled water in abandoned supermarkets.

            “We’ll pick up more iodine. We can use it to purify rainwater,” Mom said. “Here, take a sip from this bottle.  It’s time for another iodide pill.”

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - GARBAGE - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

GARBAGE

            Linda reported Calvin missing, but when we got to the diner, it was deserted. We found Calvin’s body on the slagheap out back, his beautiful face shot off.

            Linda was crying.

            “He was sleeping with all of them, that’s all I know.”

            “Not you?”

            “I just gave him a job and a place to stay.  He never had a home before, only foster parents.”

            “So, what happened?”

            “They got tired of sharing and decided their friendship was worth more than the thrills he gave them.”

            “They didn’t even hide his body.”

            “They thought you would think he was rubbish, too.”

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE NEW COASTLINE - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

THE NEW COASTLINE

            “Let’s go, Jesse,” Dad shouted.  We'd had a month without rain.

            Mom handed me granddad’s shotgun.  Dad never learned to use it.  We'd been against hunting before.           

            Hunting was a necessity now.  I’d been pretty good at the arcade, so shooting rabbits was easy.

            We weren’t vegetarians anymore, either.

            We picked our way down the mountain, through the ruined landscape, ignoring the bloated bodies.

            The new coastline appeared out of nowhere.

             “Look at that!” Dad marvelled, but I was looking out over the endless sea.

            The big storm was over.  We'd better be ready for the next one.

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