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The Last Thought

A man dies clutching a photo.

It is the year 2050. The pandemic has never truly been cleared from the world and its effects could still be felt.


Life of sorts goes on but there is no love only reporting and whispers. Neighbors tell on neighbors. Children tell on parents and siblings. They report them if there are no masks or sanitation, no social…



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Jo Ann Harris

Writing on Medium since 2018. Writer for Crow’s Feet, Family and Children, Illumination, About Me and others.I write about a myriad of subjects with you in mind