Scavenge
Every day I scavenged the grey-brown wasteland near the fugee camp for things my father could sell in the market. In the camp we survived on the junk thrown away by the cyberkings living in their electric palaces beyond the border. Anything useful paid for food and water and medicines.
One morning I found something rough and leathery marked with mysterious symbols.
I had never seen anything like it – so I brought it to my father. “What is it?”
“Ancient tech from when I was your age. We called that a book.”
“Is it valuable?”
“Not any more.”
- Category: General / Misc
5 comments add one below
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Tony Spencer over 9 years ago
Bleak future, and so believable.
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John Moralee over 9 years ago
The other day my local library was having a book sale. They were selling good-quality hardbacks for only 20p each - but I was the only person buying them. They even gave me some free ones just to clear the shelf. It was almost like they didn't want them! And that was in a library!
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Brandon Sutton over 9 years ago
I've been in the mood for some good post-apocalyptic stories lately. Thanks for satisfying that want with a great story that is completely believable!
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Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Love me some dystopian futures! The scavengers reminded me somewhat of the thriving black market featured in Philip K. Dick's, "The Man Who Japed".
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John Moralee over 9 years ago
Thanks for the comments, everyone.
