Proulouge
The rain was driving the heavy air away from the glum village. A small cardboard box was dampening on the edge of Bradforly Street, A black sharpie had imprinted clearance on its side. Just then a shadow emerged from the thick smog. A girl huffed and picked up the wet box cursing the young that litter the narrow paths.
The girl kicked the Shutter door open, ringing her dripping hair onto the wrinkled rug in her hallway. She placed the box on her sofa as she hung her rain clothes on the small clothes horse; by the wood burner. She muttered to herself as she played her messages; the same old confirmation of the post and a work offer, that was all; it had been a long time since Elleanora was born, 2123, and a lot had changed. There was no post anymore just about a billion messages on the phone. Elleanora thumped onto the sofa and flicked her TV on. It filled the room with lights and a bellowing voice of the 10 o’clock news. She tugged her fingers through her wet hair and ran upstairs to get a towel. The house was narrow and small, Elleanora was lucky to have a TV and phone but she lacked a fridge and oven since they were seen as a luxury. It was 2143, Elleanora was 23 and married. The famine had become hard after the war ended and a bullet to Harvet’s body left him unable to have children. Elleanora had grown up like you and I. Real life… before these horrid new technologies had destroyed the earth. There was never any sun and it was always smoggy. A one bed house was big and there were only 50 schools left in the county. There was only one way to describe life and setting; Poverty. Elleanora had always wanted a baby but in this cruel world no one would ever dream of it. Instead on the gift of life it was a burden of life on any child…
She stumbled down the stairs as the telly switched to Liderman, a hip crime drama. As She watched ‘Detective pretty face’ shoot a bad guy she gently open the soggy box and suddenly the TV stopped as it asked her what was wrong. She shook her head as she looked down at the tiny baby wrapped in wet clothes looking up at her from the cardboard box.
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Clearance
Science FictionWritten from the perspective of the reader, this book really highlights the world we could be making. Clarence has a dark pat but her future is far worse.