Wednesday, June 25, 2008

It Could Be Worse

by Gavin Williams

The bomb dropped.

People screamed.

I laughed, safe in our shelter. “Crazy, was I?”

“So this is the end of civilization,” Jimmy said.

“It could be worse,” I shrugged.

We slept. Margaret was the first to want food.

“Take your pick, we’ve got canned beans, soups, pasta, canned peaches…”

“Where’s the can opener?”

People screamed.

1 comment:

universanna said...

great story! i'm just imagining how it continues with a shelter creative contest 'Open the can without the opener' would be one hell of a fun shelter:)