We call it fiction. Is it fiction because it hasn’t happened yet? All of the things in this story have already happened, just to different people at different times.
Helen Simpson tells a story from the future. From a time after the Big Melt. A future without cars, without clean drinking water and without hope.
August 27th. Found a dead hedgehog. Tried to peel off its spines and barbecue it over the last briquette. Disgusting. Both sick as dogs. Why did I moan about the barter system? Foraging is MUCH MUCH worse.
