The year was 2070, and the young ones could not believe how different life was only half a century ago. Nehemiah, the youngest, at eight-years-old, loved to hear the stories of the old days the most. The grandmother had fed the children enough to eat for supper, so she finally ate herself. She had half a sweet potato, a bit of fish, and a tomato. The potato was sweet, and the old woman sucked it down like it would be her last. The fish was dry, but nourishing. Tomatoes had always been her favorite. For a moment, she remembered her own girlhood sitting on the back porch with her own grandmother eating juicy, red tomatoes seasoned with only salt and pepper.
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You are an amazing writer. My stomach literally burned as I read your speculative dystopian short story.
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