Leave. Remain. What is the better choice? A play on global warming and the race to find a Planet B

When the Winds Blow Warm

 Tomorrow. Tomorrow it would be over, and the long silence would begin. Tomorrow, the few who were left, who had stayed behind to see everything closed and sealed, would be leaving. Nothing would remain of the lives and hopes and dreams and past of an entire people.

It had begun before she was born. The harmattans blew drier and hotter; cold winter winds turned into year long Chinooks blowing across the plains, turning the grasses into sere shadows of the once verdant seasons; the khamasin blew longer and hotter…and across the planet, the sand filled creeks, rivers, lakes and buried first villages, than towns.

Everyone had waited too long to care, and in the end, no one cared. So the decision was made that those who could afford to leave would leave first, establishing themselves in new towns on a new world that had been prepared ahead of time for them, with domed cities like blisters on the new world, seeded with hope and careful selection- or at least, careful selection from those who could pay.

To read the rest of this story, see link to The Twilight Mirror and the New Dawn by Jordan Amar

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