Phillip Cecconie
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The Lucky One
2051 - No one could have imagined my life, not the best sci-fi authors or doomsday predictors. At the ripe old age of 99 I’m still thankful and sickened at the same time. My time is short now, yet the events that happened 30 years ago haunt me to these, my finals days. Billions died seemingly overnight and yet, here I am, old even in a utopian best-case scenario. I’m thankful not only for being alive, although the alternative would have been a horribly painful death, I’m thankful because like all of the survivors worldwide, our direct descendants have survived, too. One day life was good for me, living the dream. I was retired, my wife’s retirement was imminent, but it was not to be. Traveling to far off, dreamt about locations was what our future held. Maybe have our kids traveling with us and the grandkids at times.
By Phillip Cecconie3 years ago in Fiction