The old lady in the fall out shelter opened the book to page one and looked down at the children.
"Are you ready for another dose of the happily ever after?" She beamed.
There was no response.
The woman paused-
then began to read.
Just a few words in she had to stop.
A single tear escaped her eye, only to find itself trapped in the crevice made by a wrinkle on her face.
She cleared her throat-
prepared for the tears that would follow-
then continued reading-
It would be okay-
she knew this-
For these were happy tears.
As the words flowed like wine onto her drying lips she looked down at her grandchildren.
They were nothing but bones now-
having been picked by her of all their meat and flesh.
Life after the nuclear holocaust had been much better than she could ever have imagined-
though now
she was the only one left in the shelter-
and she wasn't sure how long she could ignore the rumblings of hunger.
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