The Other End of the World

Written for Flash! Friday vol. 2-34. This week’s prompt was freedom, and the photo prompt is shown below.

Berlijn Plantation, Commewijne, Suriname. Public domain photo by Brokopondo.

When the Blackout hit, things went downhill fast. On the first day, I stayed home from the office. While waiting for a 4g signal, I cleared out my refrigerator. My smartphone battery died the next day. The water pressure dwindled to a trickle.

As days became weeks, inconvenience blew up into disaster. A flood of humanity spilled from the city like the sewage backflow from the toilets.

No food. No news. Just disease, gunfire, perpetual hunger. So many dead.

Long ago, this place was a plantation. We discovered plenty of rusty equipment in the old barn. The fields had lain fallow for a generation. The draft horse that James rescued from the hungry mob pulls the plow through the brick hard ground.

The river waters lap onto the shore. I hum a cheerful tune as I crank our laundry through the wringer. Beside me, Mary drapes it across a rock face to dry in the bright sunshine.


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