THE NEVER NOT YES
Part One
DECLINE
Prelude
Energy stopped that summer. It was on-and-off, at first. A few minutes here and there. Then hours. Whole days. Couple weeks. We sweat like rigged-up field horses. It came on once more for 48 consecutive hours, and we thought we were saved. But then it stopped. For good. Connection to the internet was like some futuristic thing. Police station and public library had it spotty, I guess, but no one else. At least in our neck. That’s when Gordon Pickford grabbed his shotgun, went out back to his tool shed, and blew his brains out all over the chicken coop. Some people thought it was dramatic, cowardly. They said the season would soon change and the temperature drop. That he should’ve held out. What with the two years of lockdowns from the virus and now the power trouble, it didn’t surprise me.
He wasn’t wrong in what he thought lay ahead, just wrong to go out like that and leave his family all alone. He knew what most people had brushed off, them saying we’d done it before. The human race had done it, made-do without electricity, but none of us had. That might as well’ve been ancient history. It was going to be tough. And not only was it tougher than that, it was brutal. Gordon Pickford knew that.
And those were just the early days . . .
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