Curtain

From The Last Drop: A Cautionary Tale.

October, 2074. The last drop was gone. There was no more oil. The last time anyone had gotten a full tank was two years ago. And that was a Saudi Prince. There had been a final flurry of effort to extract oil from the watery deeps but that ended when the last rig capsized. It only took the collapse of fracking in a series of mid-century disasters to end all hope of at least some repreive. Sans oil, there was no substitute fuel to power the millions and millions of automobiles from New York to Nepal. Trucking was over. Paper and plastic were made no more. There was no transportation that could move an orange from Florida to a supermarket anywhere. Ocean shipping was shuttered. The airlines were defunct. Agribusiness was ended. The price of communication skyrocketed. Likewise inflation. Finally there was no currency that could buy anything. Precious real property was locked away by the top one percent of the top one percent. They lived on what they had hoarded, knowing it would come to this. The last drop was gone. Life was hand to mouth.

The Last Drop is a work in progress at The Slow as Molasses Press