The Lunchables of the Rings"Connor: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer, and the lunchables will return.
Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. They were holding on to the memory of food in a box
Me: What're we holding on to, Connor?
Connor: That there is some food in this world
and it is worth eating!"
The Same PlaceWe knew it was coming. The war. Tensions were high, the West against the East, brothers against brothers. We could feel it coming, with every breath we took, in every bite of food, in every heartbeat. Most people ignored it. What could we do to stop it? We were just civilians. Just normal people with normal lives.
But we felt it. When it came, we felt it. We felt the bombs dropping around us, the gas sent out to finish us off, every life that was ended. Every soldier that died. Every civilian that died. We could feel the heat of explosions, the fire that burned our cities to the ground and left us with nothing but ashes.
Now, most people don't feel anything anymore. Every park, every back alley, every library, every fast food place is now a graveyard. No more room in the real graveyards. We had to make do. Couldn't leave the dead outside to rot. I couldn't. Because even though most people don't feel anything anymore, I still do.
One day I found a seed. The package was burned up a littl