A YEAR UNDERFOOT – entry #12

A Year Underfoot




July 14th, 2033

I can’t take my mind off the people I saw yesterday.

What’s to become of them? Have they been kept alive for a reason?

If so, that can’t be good.

July 14th, 2033
(second entry)

The nightmare continues.

I saw an even larger group of captives being marched south down the PCH this afternoon. The line looked to be twice as long as yesterday’s column, and like yesterday’s captives, all were shackled at the wrist, and to each other as well.

I hid in the weeds and stared as they limped past. Whether they were being led to their deaths, or to a fate far worse, I don’t know, but I can only imagine. All I know is that I feel like a coward for not lifting a finger to help them, but there wasn’t anything I could do for them. That’s a fact. No shades of gray.

Try as I might, I couldn’t look away.

No, today was the hardest day yet.



About paul nevins

Fiction writer, reader and baseball fan.
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