E.M. Deirdre McCarthy

Love You in Death

March 22, 3256 The fall is coming. After decades of corporations manipulating crops and livestock the earth is no longer fruitful. Where animals once grazed and crops flourished, now stands concrete jungles and uninhabited metal monuments to men long since deceased. It did not matter how many of the one percent died in their fight for wealth there was always another to feed the greed. The mass production was not for the prosper of their fellow man, but to produce the greatest profit. Fat old white men lined their pockets with the hard-earned money of the working class and for what? Food full of chemicals and preservatives that the amount of plastic present surpassed the residual organic material. Now, without enough food, the world is starving. Entire continents have died off. There are approximately fifty million people remaining across the surviving nations; but this is nothing I have not seen before. I am a constant. I have seen the rise and fall of man from the beginning. Sometimes it is nature that destroys them, sometimes it is themselves. No matter the cause, when society falls, so does my love. I’ve lived this love story for too long and I refuse to continue living it. Unlike before, I will not seek her out. If she finds me, I will be cruel if need be. When the fall comes, and she dies as she has before, I will not be there. I will not suffer the loss anymore.