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Flash Fiction February - Day 20 - For Whom The Bell Tolls

I’ve been measuring time by rot.

Clocks stopped meaning anything when the grid went down and the sirens quit pretending. I measure time by how long it takes a suburb to turn. Three days from panic to plunder. A week from plunder to quiet. Two weeks before the lawns grow feral and the windows learn to stare.

I lasted months.

You learn the math of survival. …