[Editor’s note: For earlier installments of this series, click here.] Friday, March 4, 2157 What an extraordinary few days it has been. His name is Walter. He alone takes care of the desalination station. Techs come out twice a year, … Continue reading
Monday, February 27, 2157 I found myself in a bed. It has a white frame with arching head- and footboards made of metal. The sheets are clean and the mattress is comfortable. It looks like one of those hospital beds … Continue reading
Friday, February 24, 2157 Destitute was one of those words my great-granddad did not believe in. Whenever he heard that a group of people were destitute, the first thing he would ask was, Well, do they have a television? A … Continue reading
Wednesday, February 22, 2157 I had to get out of there, fast. I exited as gracefully as I could, seeing how they took me in and listened to my tales of woe and fed me, etc. But I had to … Continue reading
Sunday, February 19, 2157 I found what looks like a large, concrete building along the shoreline. And as the sun shifted, I could see solar panels reflecting on its roof. So I started walking towards the shore and figured I’d … Continue reading
Thursday, February 17, 2157 I can’t write today. I know I should, but I can’t. I’m still at the mouth of the tunnel and the voices returned. They won’t leave me alone and I left my medicine at home. I … Continue reading
Thursday, February 17, 2157 I made it through the tunnel, but I have to tell this story first. The last flight I ever took – I was probably 14 or something – we were coming back from Europe. We flew … Continue reading
My sister Betsy and her partner Sue got married today. They had been together for 14 years, but the wedding was a spontaneous thing. They were getting ready for work, getting the kids ready for summer day camp, the usual … Continue reading
Tuesday, February 15, 2157 I rarely left the mansion much and when I did it was to take walks up in the hills. Trees crop up on the lower edges of north-facing slopes. There aren’t that many trees, just a … Continue reading
Sunday, February 13, 2157 I’m still here in my palace. This really is a nice place. At one point, some well-to-do lot probably owned it. At least until the rationing started. They probably had money to go to the north. … Continue reading