Sep 4, 2023 | Stories - After
It’s mid-February, and I’ve decorated the house with heart decorations. I check my bug-out supplies weekly and it seems that I add things every time I check. I’ll need to sign up a pack of sled dogs to get the wagon out of the house. Bugging out may be more...Sep 2, 2023 | Stories - After
I haven’t written in nearly a month. At first, it was because the weather was good and I was doing chores, spending time outside, and gathering with friends. But about mid-January, Ken lost his oldest daughter. She had gotten sick with a cough and fever and nothing...Jun 27, 2023 | Stories - After
Speaking of hacks, I’m finding that necessity is truly the mother of invention. I stored a full shoulder bag of toilet paper, each roll in a zip lock, and put it in the bug-out wagon. I knew that if someone got sick, we would need them. I am using bandanas and...Apr 23, 2023 | Stories - After
I woke before the sun. this was day three after the event, but it felt like a lifetime. The floor was bitterly cold and yes, in spite of my admonition to myself to never go barefoot, here I was with my painted toenails trying to levitate off the icy tiles. I turned on...Apr 2, 2023 | Stories - After
The meeting was both lively and somber, by turns. Ken brought his crank radio and we tried to listen for any news of what had happened. Every station was static. Even when there were words behind the static, we could not understand anything. We discussed supplies,...Mar 26, 2023 | Stories - After
I lay still for what seemed too long and then gently reached for Molly. In the quiet, the rapping noise repeated. I checked the chamber and headed quietly to the front door. All the blinds were down, between the double-pained glass, so I couldn’t see anything. This...