FICTION | DYSTOPIA | POST-APOCALYPTIC
Forgotten Depths
In a flooded world, the raft people are forbidden to set foot onshore, except as labourers
“Why don’t you get a job onshore?”
Rom looked at his father, pulling in a net.
“I like diving for relics in the forgotten depths.”
“The Children of Noah pay with fresh water, meat, and milk!”
“If they are that good, why can’t we settle on their soil? Why do we labour for scraps of wood and water?”
“Son ….”
“Why do they punish when rafters and the alpine fall in love?”
The young man looked at the cosy wooden buildings on shore and the makeshift hut on a raft they called home.
“I choose the deep … and freedom.”
This is my response to Zane Dickens’ prompt, The Flood. This month, his publication Microcosm cooperates with The Dystopian Project on Micrcosm’s monthly theme Hope Springs Eternal. Microcosm hosts utopian and The Dystopian Project dystopian stories. Thank you, Zane.
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