the words: “Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks.” – Michael Crichton – Jurassic Park.
As Ellen poked the fire, a worried expression creased her once beautiful face. Ellen tended to be insecure and worried. And it seemed as if in recent years she had mostly worried about losing her looks. Keith noticed her frown and knew from experience exactly what was bothering her.
“Look on the bright side,” said Keith, trying to be helpful, “At least there aren’t any mirrors any more.” He smiled to take out any sting in his words.
It had been twelve long years since the bombs had been dropped, nearly wiping out all of creation. Society had regressed back to the stone age. Now they eked out an existence hunting the remaining animals and using their hides to protect them from the long, cold winters. Day after day of the same constant struggle for survival, it seemed like time itself, as with so many lives, had been totally extinguished.
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