The sun is just setting when I hit Albuquerque’s limits. I get lost twice trying to find the doctor’s house. A little boy, probably four, is playing on the front lawn. He still has rings of baby fat on his arms and legs and his cheeks are full. His blonde hair is sparse, like it’s still growing in, and sticks up at odd angles. His mother comes to stand on the front step and call him into the house.
Four. Few younger than six will survive. This boy will probably be eaten by the mother that feeds him.
Wow, this is ominous. At first I thought maybe the sight of the child will slow her down, but she only seems more determined.
ReplyDeleteWhat has life come to? It's a mess. Your writing is special.
ReplyDeleteYikes, that's bleak.
ReplyDeleteYou are one really brave typist and author to use Alburk . . . Alburqur . . . the capitol of New Mexico as a setting.
ReplyDeleteI thought he sounded mighty tasty. What a grim view of things to come!
ReplyDeleteYet there is still the dilemma of leaving him without a father. A great snippet! :)
ReplyDeleteMommys who eat their kids sound pretty scary to me.
ReplyDeleteA grimly terrifying look of what's to come. What a burden to carry!
ReplyDeleteThat last line pretty much sums up a zombie apocalypse.
ReplyDeleteOh that's sad. I know it would be true though.
ReplyDeleteHow chilling! I do hope she can prevent that from happening.
ReplyDeleteYikes. I really hope she can prevent that from happening to the kid.
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrible vision of this future! Very grim and dark, this snippet, but probably exactly what would happen in this situation.
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