It’s been almost a year since I’ve participated in WWW!
This week’s excerpt is from one of my end-of-the-world stories, “Special,” that’ll be included in an upcoming collection.
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Growing up, Niko didn’t do anything special. He played with the other children in the caverns into which we’d moved to shield us from the airstrikes. He matched their outlandish stories about their dead fathers’ exploits with ones about our own father, trumping them by including the adventures of his namesake, even though no one had heard of him.
One day, when we were about eight and Niko was running screaming with the others playing king of the hill, he pulled out the boldest story of all: “I have grass growing under my bed.”
Szymon paused from shoving him off our dirt pile hill. “No one has grass growing anywhere.”
We’d read about grass and about other plants, and once we’d even toured the hydroponics labs the soldiers maintained. But no one actually had plants of their own. How would they grow in the caverns, without sunlight?
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About After All:
Nuclear war. Plague. Asteroids. Financial collapse.
Dystopian governments determined to exterminate anyone different.
Through it all, humanity struggles on.
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