Shanehar Allmighty

Nano Crisis

Earl sat in a rocking chair near the fireplace savoring the first cup of real coffee he had in over a year. He couldn’t believe his luck having found the nearly full canister sitting near the back of a cupboard in a half-ruined house. It had been a stroke of luck to even happen upon the place. These days rummaging around in old houses was a good way to get killed, or worse. Most sane people avoided old neighborhoods and suburban areas. Looking at the canister sitting on the small wooden table next to the fireplace, he read the label aloud “Northern Best Premium Coffee.” It was one of those generic store brands. He chuckled to himself, before the “nanos” had come he would have turned his nose up at cheap coffee like this. Now, it was a treasure to have coffee at all, let alone the real stuff. Anymore the best you could hope to come across was the freeze-dried stuff. The occasional packet of instant latte was a rare treat, but REAL coffee! His mind reeled at the value of something as simple as a can of coffee. He could easily trade it for a months’ worth of supplies. Or just exchange it for a few boxes of ammo, several batteries, and a case of liquor.