Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by John Nixon. Thank you, John!
No Country for Old Men (with apologies to the Coen Brothers)
by Jan Brown
Our secret meeting place was deep in the woods. The ancient, gnarled trees reminded me of the elderly masses, crippled and dying in last year’s pandemic.
No one over 50 survived. Some thought it was a vast Republican conspiracy to cut back “entitlements” like Social Security. Or to rid the White House of a certain President who recently turned 50.
“Did you bring it?” The voice behind me was close, its cold breath on my neck.
“Yes, it’s the only vaccine. Enough for all five sons. But I’m curious. Why weren’t you affected?”
Mitt’s robotic smile gave me the answer.
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