Monday Morning #Haiku 202 — Lockdown Sky

May 2020

Breathe deep. Look skyward.
Nature reclaims the airways.
Forget-me-not blue.

May 2012

Vapour cLouds up high...
we scribble the world's future
with metal crayons.

#Friday Fictioneers — The Scourge

Genre: Dystopian
Word Count: 100

THE SCOURGE

After the floods and gales, pestilence descended, and you had to pretend you were ill or get eaten. It began with the homeless and the already forgotten, those without symptoms and too aimless to feign the tell-tale cough.

Not so Vince, with his filched pot of pepper and his begging tin filled with dried butter beans from the dumpster. I remember his contagion act all too well. The raw eyes and the pepper sneeze. The butter bean chest rattle.

I never let on. Being a vegetarian with allergic rhinitis, why would I? We were the last two survivors, the obsolete.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image copyright (c) Roger Bultot