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An Interview with My Father At The End of the World
This story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/an-interview-with-my-father-at-the-end-of-the-world.
Never in my life had I seen my father cry. It was like finding out that super heroes could bleed.
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The Plague covered the world like a sunrise in a cloudless sky. Nothing could hide from it, but we tried. Of our family, all who remained were my son, Leo, and I. In my heart there were mere memories of hope, fantasies of some far-off fortified bunkers where my sisters and friends lived sparsely, yet untouched by the horrors of the outside. The idea was doubtful, impossible, but I never told my son so. I couldn’t forbid his dreams. He needed them and I needed him to have them.
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By HackerNoonThis story was originally published on HackerNoon at: https://hackernoon.com/an-interview-with-my-father-at-the-end-of-the-world.
Never in my life had I seen my father cry. It was like finding out that super heroes could bleed.
Check more stories related to writing at: https://hackernoon.com/c/writing.
You can also check exclusive content about #fiction, #science-fiction, #horror-fiction, #horror, #non-fiction, #zombies, #zombie-fiction, #sci-fi, and more.
This story was written by: @Limarc. Learn more about this writer by checking @Limarc's about page,
and for more stories, please visit hackernoon.com.
The Plague covered the world like a sunrise in a cloudless sky. Nothing could hide from it, but we tried. Of our family, all who remained were my son, Leo, and I. In my heart there were mere memories of hope, fantasies of some far-off fortified bunkers where my sisters and friends lived sparsely, yet untouched by the horrors of the outside. The idea was doubtful, impossible, but I never told my son so. I couldn’t forbid his dreams. He needed them and I needed him to have them.