Collateral

Fiction

“It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”
I begun each day this way, trying to accept the truth. It was written on our skin, always, part of our destiny; fallout radiation left everyone sick. Those in charge, called it collateral.

 

Written for the weekend Trifecta challange.

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