One Long Sunday – Short Story

The fan moved the still air, around the bunker. Since the crash of 2025, air had become a precious commodity. The irony of the wind generator running the fan in the bunker to circulate the stale air wasn’t wasted on Harper. The problem was the air that turned the wind turbine wasn’t worth breathing. Since the world had destroyed itself, the atmosphere contained chemicals. Chemicals that even the most robust living organism couldn’t survive. Still, the filtration machine cleaned the air and the fan circulated it throughout. The air smelt stale and it was always hot, but breathing it couldn’t kill you.

How to Protect and Develop Your Children at the Same Time

The Absolute Fear of Being a Good Parent I was told many things to except when I became a parent. No one mentions the absolute terror that comes with the job. Driving down the main road today after a day out with the little one. Walking up the middle of the road is a 3-year-old Nepalese girl. Yes, you read that right. Now, this road isn’t the main road, but it is a busy B road. We stopped the car, got out and retrieved the child, bringing her to the pavement. The first thing that interested me was the number of people who drove around her and didn’t stop. Not to mention the six people on the pavement stood there watching her wander up the road. What this says about society is a post for another time.