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They said it would get warm, but they didn’t say how quickly or how relentlessly. He thought it would take decades.
He was wrong.
Trees still foliaged but most other plants withered. Same for people.
It killed the young, old, weak, and callous. The talking heads had babbled about it before TV stopped. They couldn’t justify cooling the studios when the grid struggled to air-condition hospitals. Not that the latter did much good.
He sighed and retreated from the window. Ignored his daughter’s empty bed. They were warned. By the time they deigned to listen, it was already too late.
For the Friday Fictioneers Challenge