When the power shut off, I knew we had to go to the Dome.
“Do you remember how filthy it was during Katrina? Black people, shitting and dying on top of each other, like we never left the slave ships.” Grandpa said.
“Pop, if those levees break, it’ll be Betsy and Katrina times Day After Tomorrow. That water will flood us out and freeze on top of us.”
“You watch too much TV.”
I wrapped a scarf around his face and pushed his wheelchair into the blizzard. “Be happy it ain’t 90 degrees.”
“We black. It’s still gon be hot.”
word count: 100
Has anyone else seen the movie, The Day After Tomorrow? You know, the one that suggests that global warming could trigger an ice age. Why else would there be a blizzard in New Orleans, right?
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