I sit in the morning sun in a meadow of daisies and sneeze repeatedly. I think maybe I have hay fever.
Chip affectionately hands me a hanky and I blow him a kiss then blow my nose loudly for many seconds.
We sit hand in hand watching our four children Ace, Chip, Munk, and Jayla play in the field with our four friends Ace, Chip, Munk and Jayla who we named them after. Sometimes I think that wasn't the best idea as it gets a little confusing.
"It's great not living in a dystopian militia-run state," I sigh as the breeze gently wafts my greying hair. "It's been a few years since I last saw an innocent person murdered."
Chip smiles at me, impressed. "This is why I love you Kit, you're able to appreciate how good it is not living in fear of our lives all the time."
We walk back to the house for tea, comfortable knowing that probably no one will die before brunch. I gaze at the framed document above the fireplace.
'Certificate of participation' it says in untidy hand-written scrawl. 'Thanks for being there when the democratists overthrew Vyle'.
"We did it," Chip smiles.
I wink at him, and accidentally get a little narrower.
We laugh together enjoying our close emotional bond.
Most things were well.
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Elevatia
HumorA light-hearted YA dystopia parody novella in the vein of Hunger Games or Divergent. In the dystopian Elevatia you're sorted into a district based on your height. But our heroine Kit might just be destined to save everyone. And she's in a love trian...
