Shrinking Habitat

This is in response to a recent #haikuchallenge posted on Twitter by @baffled, to compose a haiku containing the word, “attempt.”

My geology professor always said, “When the oceans die, so will we.”

When I went to college, way back in the dark ages when hippies roamed the earth, we weren’t aware of the imminence or importance of global warming.

I think if he were still teaching today, he might say, “When the polar ice cap melts, so will we.”

Atlantic ocean iceberg


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 Janet Webb. Thank you, Janet!

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by Jan Brown

After the global ice meltdown flooded the east coast, waters rushed inland and the St. Lawrence Seaway was overcome. The Great Lakes couldn’t contain the onslaught. Chicago was deep under water. People headed west into the suburbs, most getting stuck on flooded streets and highways.

Those of us on top floors of high-rise hospitals could only gaze down at the mess, knowing that the medical personnel who abandoned us did so for naught.

Suburbanites guarded their houses, while churches appealed for food and clothing to care for survivors.

I wish I could give them my Jello.  I hate hospital food.


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