As each year past, the plague struck younger.
Soon there was no one left over the age of sixteen.
For those that remained, the mutations started slowly.
One child grew an extra finger,
another an odd shaped thumb.
A great forgetfulness spread across the city.
The children struggled to understand the purpose of the things left behind.
The word ‘fun’ almost vanished from their vocabulary.
A few youngsters tried to bring a little joy back into their lives.
A makeshift circus traveled from ravaged street to street.
The performers made do with whatever they could find.
A tame rat and a threadbare teddy bear became the stars of the show.
Led by the extraordinary juggling skills of Klara the Clown.
Soon the shops would empty
and the children would have to leave the city in search of food.
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteVery bleak! I can imagine a scenario just like this!
ReplyDeleteSadly, I'm sure that is happening somewhere.
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