Amelia Clarke

Frozen in Place

The Center was teeming with people. Typically, this place was a barren wasteland; the tattered wallpaper ever so slightly inching its way to the floor, the cracking foundation holding on for dear life and begging to collapse at any moment. No one liked to be in the Center if they didn't have to be, but once the United States government disintegrated, the Center took on a whole other level of despair. Every year on November 5th, begrudging daughters and heartbroken mothers trudge through the thick Minnesota snow; counting every footstep, tree branch, and snowflake as if to remember the vivid details of what could be their last day alive.