It hadn’t rained in months which saw the rising seas ebb away. This was good as farmers reclaimed the land but it was death to the last seeds that were sown in vain. Crops were failing to grow on the parched unfertile spit of land that once was bursting with life. The last chance had been and gone. It was time to look at other resources to feed the people. The people had stripped all from what the land had to offer from energy to animal to mineral to vegetable. Now there was only one resource left for survival . . . . . . . to stem the hunger . . . . . . . and it was human.
Idea from Hubby who is all doom and gloom ( but he say's based on scientific fact - gulp) on the destructive human race and the fate that awaits us. . . . . . . . . .Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . . I think.
Day sixteen; jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.