by Mike McKay
“I told you, Dad. It's not rap.”
“Whatever. But please: take notice that the stand-up comedian career is futile.”
Apparently, the life was going on. A bit difficult, and a bit tight here and there, but not unhappy, and sometimes – even funny. Normal. Mark would not even mind his younger kids meeting their dates-to-be in the woods. They dealt with the Sheldon Butcher, and the woods were reasonably safe – once again.
“Mommy!” Davy exclaimed suddenly. He sounded surprised, “Mommy! My legs!”
“Legs?” Clarice said, throwing away the bed sheet. And then – they saw a little miracle. The polio paralysis started retreating. Davy was smiling and wiggling his toes. On both feet!
They did not know what the future held for them. And they did not care. Whatever the Year Zero throws at them, they would deal with it. One thing at the time.
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Dear Reader! Thank you for reading my book.
If you have enjoyed it, would you be so nice to leave me a review at your favorite retailer? If you believe the book is so-so, or even worse: if you have barely managed to the end of such a hopeless garbage – please do not write anything… Just joking! I am very interested in your opinion – positive, negative, or neutral. Writing about the humanity crisis is not an easy task. Everything is possible, but not every outcome is equally probable. If you think of the way to make the book more convincing or have spotted a logical flaw – please kindly let me and the other readers know through your reviews.
May the future be kind to you and to all you love.
Mike McKay.
Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
