Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
An Excerpt From Slow Fall: The Collapse Comes to Farmland
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Interspersed in Slow Fall are “Elsewhere” scenarios where I present what is
happening during a slow collapse of civilization. This is one: SOMEWHERE IN
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