For many years there’d been a dearth of service, a backlog of misery. Garbage clogged the alleys, the dead lay where they fell, the living slept where they could. People fought in the food lines, threw bricks and bottles at cars merely thirsty for gas. The tires hissed when children let the air out of them. People had forgotten about the children because there was little to feed them, no one to teach them, there was only disease to give them, so why bother became the mantra. What is love, anyway? Tell us, tell us. People are crying to know.
Linda Lowe's stories and poems have appeared in Misfit Magazine, Star 82 Review, Outlook Springs, A Story in 100 Words, What Rough Beast, and others.