I write short fiction, flash fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a work in progress.
No one remembered the last sunny day, the last blue sky day. It could have been two years previous, maybe more, since they had experienced a real blue sky day.
And not just a day with the sun coming up, giving of it’s heat, in fact, that was the problem. The sun’s heat, scorching the earth into a dusty, smoky, often tropical, gray globe. It started with burning tundra and boreal forests across the northern hemisphere. The fires started earlier and ended later, year after year. The skies would grow dark for weeks at a time, and then for months and finally, entire seasons. And then came 2039, the first entire calendar year without a single blue sky day.
And now, ten years later, no one could remember the last sunny day. Crops failed, water was rationed and migraines became more common than the common cold. And still, no one could remember the last sunny day.