Doomed

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

We had been warned. Clouds of ash and noxious gases filled the view from my room. Famine was spreading throughout the world wiping out 16% of the population. A constant fog hung over all of Europe and the greater part of the United States. It was the coldest, snowiest winter on record here in Michigan.

The cry of my new born son reached me from the far bedroom. He didn’t know he was doomed. I knew what I had to do. He didn’t have a choice. I did.