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In 2003, Europe suffered a heatwave that in the end killed more than 30.000 people. I wrote a lot during those weeks to cope with temperatures soaring regularly above 35°C and the fear, though I cleaned up and posted only one of those stories ("Thirst" (rated R); you can find it here if you like). By the end of the heat, I was too ill to care for my writing and after I recovered I couldn't bring myself to touch those feelings again.
But today is the third day in a row that temperatures reached over 30°C here. The nights are continuously getting warmer, bringing back memories of weeks without relieve -- and of this ficlet.
This is probably not a good fanfic. It's a cope-fic. I decided to post it anyway.
~Ann
Fandom: Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers
Characters: Zach, Niko, a diary
Rating: PG
Summary: While investigating the remains of an ecological catastrophy, Niko found a diary and began to read...
Copyrights:
"Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers" and all characters, institutions, locations, and/or situations therefrom are copyright 1986 Robert Mandell, Gaylord Productions, Transcom Media Inc., and ITF Enterprises Inc. No infringement is intended by their inclusion in this work. The author makes no claim of ownership to any of the characters, institutions, locations, and/or situations associated with "The Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers." This is a piece of not-for-profit fan fiction. All original characters, institutions, locations, and situations are copyright Ann-Kathrin Kniggendorf and may not be used without permission.
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A. Kniggendorf: To Be Remembered...
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I go to town before dawn each morning, getting the food for my family and what else we might need until the next nightfall, hurrying to get home before the sun rises. Everything looks pale, parched of it's color by the unrelenting sun. The plants are yellow, some even brown as if burned, all green long gone, and everything is covered with a fine, white powder... like pale ash. Even the dead birds scattered across the pavement which is squishy and stickily soft beneath the soles of my flip-flops are dusted white.
The biggest birds died first, from thirst, from heat... the city deactivated the fountains, saving the industrial water in case something bursts into flames in the heat. And nobody wastes drinking water on birds.
In the first week I put a shallow bowl with water out for them, but it evaporated faster than it could be refilled and drinking water soon became too precious to share with anything else but the humans. And now, even sparrows and tits are among the dead...
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Niko lowered the tattered, dry diary, carefully closed and sealed it in a transparent plastic bag.
"Do you want to keep that?" Zachary asked with a frown.
"Yes, she deserves that."
"What?"
"To be remembered."
END
written in a rather depressive mood during the Summer 2003 heatwave in Europe.
But today is the third day in a row that temperatures reached over 30°C here. The nights are continuously getting warmer, bringing back memories of weeks without relieve -- and of this ficlet.
This is probably not a good fanfic. It's a cope-fic. I decided to post it anyway.
~Ann
Fandom: Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers
Characters: Zach, Niko, a diary
Rating: PG
Summary: While investigating the remains of an ecological catastrophy, Niko found a diary and began to read...
Copyrights:
"Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers" and all characters, institutions, locations, and/or situations therefrom are copyright 1986 Robert Mandell, Gaylord Productions, Transcom Media Inc., and ITF Enterprises Inc. No infringement is intended by their inclusion in this work. The author makes no claim of ownership to any of the characters, institutions, locations, and/or situations associated with "The Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers." This is a piece of not-for-profit fan fiction. All original characters, institutions, locations, and situations are copyright Ann-Kathrin Kniggendorf and may not be used without permission.
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A. Kniggendorf: To Be Remembered...
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I go to town before dawn each morning, getting the food for my family and what else we might need until the next nightfall, hurrying to get home before the sun rises. Everything looks pale, parched of it's color by the unrelenting sun. The plants are yellow, some even brown as if burned, all green long gone, and everything is covered with a fine, white powder... like pale ash. Even the dead birds scattered across the pavement which is squishy and stickily soft beneath the soles of my flip-flops are dusted white.
The biggest birds died first, from thirst, from heat... the city deactivated the fountains, saving the industrial water in case something bursts into flames in the heat. And nobody wastes drinking water on birds.
In the first week I put a shallow bowl with water out for them, but it evaporated faster than it could be refilled and drinking water soon became too precious to share with anything else but the humans. And now, even sparrows and tits are among the dead...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Niko lowered the tattered, dry diary, carefully closed and sealed it in a transparent plastic bag.
"Do you want to keep that?" Zachary asked with a frown.
"Yes, she deserves that."
"What?"
"To be remembered."
END
written in a rather depressive mood during the Summer 2003 heatwave in Europe.
