12 Kilos
Garrett carefully pulled at the top of the ancient paper and felt it nearly disintegrate. A man was sitting up here, hundreds of years ago, watching his city and his entire way of life unraveling and he took the time to write that letter. A letter he fully understood would never be seen, not by his estranged wife, or most likely by anyone at all.
Wally wasn’t just watching his city or his country die, he was watching nearly all life being extinguished. He had probably been watching it all slowly come apart for years before those final missile strikes blasted apart most of the eastern seaboard and sunk the rest besides as ever higher seawalls were destroyed or over come by the rising oceans.
Worse than just being a part of the problem, the people of Wally’s generation had precious few options available to them. Their grandparents and their parents had done most of the damage already. The point of no return had already been reached. Environmentally and economically. There was only voting for the lesser evils and watching or choosing not to, as the systems put in place failed one after another. For the Wally’s of the world there was nothing left but raising children knowing full well that if they had any kind of life at all, it would be one lived harder and worse off than they had it.
