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Parenting in the Apocalypse

A story in exactly 100 words

By Jan M FlynnPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Parenting in the Apocalypse
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No, we can’t eat those plants. They’ll make you sick.

I miss Daddy too. No, he can’t come back.

There’s no water. Put a pebble in your mouth.

Wait. Shh. We’re like little mice, remember?

Because we can’t let them see us. Yes, they’re all bad men.

No, I won’t let them get you. I promise.

You have to hold still now. Cover your ears.

Because there’s going to be a big sound. Yes, I’m crying. Just a little.

It won’t hurt. Just a bang. And then you’ll see Daddy. I promise.

Hold still now. I’ll be right behind you.

Sci Fi

About the Creator

Jan M Flynn

I write speculative short fiction, historical novels, upper-middle grade fantasy: pretty much whatever stalks me until I write it. Represented by Helen Adams of Zimmermann Literary Agency, NYC. Words fueled by coffee, mellowed by wine.

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