“Country comfort” was a phrase her Grandpa had used often but, as the owl flew low overhead hooting eerily like a man in black hauntingly decrying wrongs she shivered and longed for Grandma’s strawberry-rhubarb pie and sweet tea. Grandma had a talent for cooking surpassed by no one!
As she walked along under cover of dark, grateful for a sky heavy with clouds, she noticed an oddly placed manhole cover somewhat overgrown with weeds and shrubs. Quietly she lifted the lid. .. nothing happened.. nothing odd.. she was careful not to mash the plants nearby as she laid aside the cover and slowly descended into the hole…
Her biggest challenge so far had been staying hidden while finding food. Of course, there was food available, if she was willing to register, which she wasn’t. The key, post-pandemic then post-apocolypse, was stealth as she foraged .. and staying off those food lines, off the government lists..
What if We all Cared? 
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