We stood on the sand and watched them go. ‘We’; the sick, the old, the crippled and the slow, surrounded by the debris they left behind; discarded bags, empty trolleys.
Some were still arriving at the bay, dragging injured legs behind; their expression turning to unspeakable desperation when they realized they were too late.
The boats sailed away and as we watched, nursing the hollow cavity in the depths of our stomachs where hope used to reside, the drones came and shot down the boats one by one.
And we watched.
Survival of the fittest. What was Darwin on about?
For Friday Fictionneers. I managed a rounded 100 this week. Unusual!