Dystopian

The End Is The Beginning

Short fiction

Photo by Ani Adigyozalyan on Unsplash

Here,” she said, handing him a fresh cookie from the street vendor, sealed in a small plastic case, impervious to the elements.

He took it and glared at her through the eyepieces of his mask. “Are you trying to taunt me?” he said. His voice had that strange muffled quality that the breathers gave you. They used to call them gas…