Angie Morrison

Bound by Blood

Sweat pooled in my brow as I awoke to excruciating heat; the power outages that had become so common had again caused the air-conditioner to turn off and left me reeling in the stillness of the dry air. We had been assured that the power outages would no longer be an issue with large investments in wind farms and renewable energy. It was strange; the people like my sister Karen had gone from denying climate change to sustainability extraordinaires so quickly that we had to wonder if they knew something they weren’t telling us.