P.D. Fulton
Stories (1/0)
Not One Iota
"Mount up! We're moving out." The sergeant's gruff voice broke Dari's reverie. She had been staring at the tiny pictures of her sons hidden in the silver filigree heart locket her husband had gotten her for Christmas before the world changed, before the pandemic and all of the variants came and went and took so many people good and bad. Her husband, arguably one of the good ones, had been infected during the second summer, after the US celebrated vaccinating 60% of the population. Before he'd had a chance to get vaccinated himself, the Delta variant had reared it's ugly head in the Midwest and ravaged through their state like a viral tornado wiping out whole neighborhoods while leaving other towns completely unscathed.
By P.D. Fulton3 years ago in Fiction