This is the 87th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
Applications, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 28th February 2013
Word count: 541
Within five years the world was beyond altered. Five years. I was a teenager when we hit the Green Cliff, oceans rose, weather became devastatingly unpredictable, vast super storms that lasted months and flooded continents, and being above the water didn’t help as there were winds strong enough to break a man and carry him miles away.
The wheels of industry were smashed to smithereens, either directly or because of a lack of resources. I remember the news prophesying millions of deaths, but it was more like billions. I was painfully aware of this because I was with my dad in a government bunker, front row seats to the end of the world as we knew it.
Five years later things calmed down, we left our shelters to make a new life. Then the snow and the ice came in winters, summers were hot and dry, but as the years swung between we learned to cope.
It doesn’t matter, life goes on, but it’s a struggle. There isn’t enough to go round, there are those that choose to take from others. There are diseases the super storms dug up, and summers as affective as any genetic lab created, that if your lucky took you quick. Too many were slow debilitating diseases that robbed you of good friends inch by inch.