This week, I dusted off a dormant old short story again.
A World Beyond Wiltshire: A short story fueled by the visceral emotion that overwhelmed my ten-year-old brain when Charlton Heston’s character, George Taylor, stumbled upon the half-buried Statue of Liberty.
The impact of that scene was lasting, and I drafted this short story almost thirty years later, in 2006, when I truly saw it as a work of fiction. Fast forward another 19 years, and it requires little revision to make it a cautionary tale on current affairs.
I am now beginning to fear we may be living in the dystopian world they write about in parallel universes.