💯 Story Challenge
We Had Food
№93 — Food came at a high price
The walls may be high, and the rules may be strict. But we had food.
“Come, Sasa, dinnertime!” I’d shout each night, calling my only daughter in to eat. In from the fields and the games she played once work was done.
My poor stunted child, boney and bright. Eyes like saucers, a smile like the sun. “What’s for dinner, Mama?” she’d ask.
“Food my love,” I’d answer.
Algae strips and blight-free shoots of whatever survived outside these days.
Within the Collective, we had food.
As I laid her to sleep and I kissed her head, I shut the soundproof door to her sleep pod.
A heartbeat later, the nightly attacks started.
Our walls were high, but we had food.
A month of collaboration with The Dystopian Project, this is a darker response to the Microcosm prompt: The Famine
Zane Dickens stories go bump in the night, ka-boom in space, and roar with adventure in fabled lands. And if he can help it, there’s a streak of humour too.
💯 Story Challenge (93/100)
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