The Second Nuclear War
Tom Moore was an old man and thin, not frail , and he would not die. He had managed to survive the first nuclear war by luck and force of will . Cunning and movement. He was sure n one of that would get him through the second one. Unlike the first war, when all the bombs seemed to go off at once , and nobody knew which way to run, this time the explosions were intermittent, and he didn’t see anybody running in any direction at all. The gap had been about two years, he thought, but it was hard to say. No time, no clocks, no communication with other people. His watch broke but he still wore it out of habit. The first war had plunged the country, as far as he could tell, into the abyss. The darkness. The void. Where once life had been defined by work and television entertainment, now it was circumscribed by the need for food and warmth. Smoke and debris from NW I still drifted in the stratosphere, high above the...