Momma made sure Poppa looked good, even ironing his faded work shirt. He drank his “tea”, really some dandelion greens soaked in hot water, as she fussed about him.
“Now yous show ‘em what you ‘ave.”
It had been a hard year. The heat and drought of last summer made for a lean winter, then the cold, wet spring has made it impossible to plant on time. We all counted on this interview.
Long before I’d been born, Poppa worked in the Power Plant. Now, after more than a dozen dark years, theys a gonna be turning it on again.
(Not sure if the post apocalyptic vibe came through…)
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