By Christina Joy
I expected the end of civilization to be exciting. Not so much. Food, water, and toilet paper disappeared from store shelves. Gas stations closed one, two, then all their pumps. The latest social media trends and celebrity clickbait buried news of assassinations and coups. People divided into tribes: red hats, blue balls, nihilists, survivalists. We were too busy fighting to notice the one percenters fading from view; those fuckers are probably in their trillion-dollar bunkers, drinking champagne wishes and eating caviar dreams. As for me? Iām boiling water and eating fucking Fancy Feast. I thought there would at least be zombies.
“I thought at least there would be zombies” Great final sentence. Loved it!
Not so much a story, more social commentary. Nicely done. Kudos.
I feel this.
Nicely done, Christina. I also loved that last line. Grousing about the absence of zombies! š
ha! Fun piece. Great last line!
Fantastic choice of words in a complete, tidy story…very satisfying!
Really well done!! Hoping it doesn’t come down to that!! Omg š
Never thought the Apocalypse could be funny. Well done.
Kudos… enjoyed the read… last line brilliant!!!
This is powerful. Nice job!
In the midst of the narrative the poignant “buried news” and delineation of “tribes” speaks to this moment of revelation.
The last line wrapped it up well!