BUNKER
We won our
places in the nuclear bunker in a lottery. Five thousand people who’d bought
the right to live and, eventually, re-populate the world.
After ten
years I was too busy raising our kids to worry about the anarchy – no-one had
thought to stock birth control pills.
The building
contractors hadn’t followed the specifications either, and things were always
breaking down.
Ted and I
were, naturally, the maintenance team, so we were first to spot fungus growing
through the skylight.
“Get the kids,”
Ted said, “I’ll grab some guns.”
If outside was
breaking in, we wanted a head start.
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It's a whole month since I last wrote any flash fiction - life has been busy with family visits, a damaged ankle, and working on my next novel. I've kept my short fiction and poetry going with frequent posts on Twitter - @young_liz if you'd like to follow me.
Meanwhile, thanks to Lisa Fox for the photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for encouraging us to join her select group Friday Fictioneers.
Next month I've been invited to join a small group of local poets to read our work at an Arts Festival, so my next job is to decide which poems to choose from my recently published book: Footprints, which you can find on Amazon along with my other books. Be aware that I'm not the only Liz Young out there!