The Plain Future
By Aziz Khabirpour
2060 A.D,
He crawled along the damp soft floor…. The low temperature made his breath smoke in the mist of the morning sun. He was an unnamed boy with the age of about 21 and had greenish colored eyes. His long black hair slithered after him as he was idly crawling towards the boulder that stood on a perfect spot to watch the birds that were just getting out of their nests. He was determined to bring some meat home this time. Meat had become very rare. In fact there had been nothing left at all, and most things had become very scarce.
There wasn’t any wood left, since the only trees that were still standing had lost their life long ago, and were now the only sight in the whole skyline, that one could still notice. They looked like giant matches sticking up from a terrain of destruction. There were no buildings left, everything was bare. There was no life left. The only animals still alive were the birds that managed to stay away from the infected ground that was contaminated with the chemicals that had been used during the war. It was as if there had never been a civilization. The efforts of people, trying to plant trees again were fatiguing and led to nothing. Nothing could ever grow again on that soil. The people that survived were contaminated with all sorts of infections and viruses. But they managed to make it through, day by day, with each minute being a fight with death. If one inhaled they could smell nothing but the rotting of thousands of dead bodies. Ironically the silence that ruled every moment, that dead silence, was the peace everyone had been fighting for. It was clear, that the next war they would fight would be fought with sticks and stones.
