The First Match That Burned the Forest down
What follows is something I wrote years ago as a prologue to a story set in the aftermath of a nuclear war. Reading it now feels chilling—uncomfortably close to reality. Thankfully, we haven’t reached that point, but it’s a path we must do everything in our power to avoid. I apologize if this comes across as grim; it feels that way to me too. I grew up in the era of “duck and cover,” only to later realize it offered little more than false comfort. My hope is that staring into the gates of hell gives us pause—that it … Continue readingThe First Match That Burned
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