Hello friends of Hive coffee lovers, I am pleased to join you this week in the creative writing challenge, I will take the second option to narrate my little story, hope you enjoy it.
Debatable question: In a dystopian future, electricity is illegal, how do you prepare and enjoy your coffee in this changed world?
The world is not even the shadow of what we knew, the need for power of the great world powers made everything devastated, constant bombings, massacres, everything has been materializing, we do not know if it is properly that the apocalypse is being fulfilled or is the result of so much ambition for power.
In the world brotherhood and generosity are over, nobody helps others anymore, what used to be illegal is no longer illegal and what we enjoyed daily in terms of public services have become illegal, only for the enjoyment of an elite group.
Fuente
The modernism and civilization we once had has turned into ruins and desolation, I was able to flee with my small family to the mountains when we were in danger, our house was destroyed, we left in one morning, when death flooded the environment.
We walked uphill into the mountains until we crossed them and returned to the flat, devoid of any other people and civilization, we walked for several days, only hoping to live again away from danger.
Fuente
We were blessed to find after a long journey of three days, a small stream and a few meters away we decided to build what would be our new home, it was well located despite being in the middle of nowhere, because we would have water and the land looked fertile and it was a good place to build.
During the tour we could drink our hot coffee with the help of a thermos that kept its temperature, later, the cold affected us, we had run out of coffee, we had no electricity or gas and much less kitchen and if we had electricity we could not use it either because it had become illegal, it was only available to a few who exercised power.
Fuente
We needed our energy drink to keep us warm, so in a small campfire and with a small pot that we managed to take with us, I set up the water and started to make some coffee, the smell quickly invaded the place and when we drank it we warmed up quickly, giving us strength to continue.
It was illegal to use electricity; however, our survival mode was activated, when we left our house we were able to take a family tent, first aid kit, some tools, non-perishable food, water, coffee, blankets and the necessary utensils to survive, we were loaded, plus the children, we lit only with the moonlight, while in the distance the shots were still heard, our hope was to flee.
My husband is an architect and I am a civil engineer, when we arrived my husband and I started to grow food for our consumption on our land, we worked day and night to feel safe, we knew we had to flee and start again, so packing bags of different seeds was a great idea.
One day when the supervision came to our new house, the military realized that we did not have electricity, so we passed the inspection and they left us alone, my husband had devised a stove that did not work with gas or electricity but with firewood and it had nothing to envy to any other.
Fuente
In our lands we were able to cultivate several coffee trees and from the morning the first pot we put on the fire was for its preparation.
Life as we knew it changed, but our tastes and passion for coffee continued to be the same, we resurfaced in the face of the storm, always with the hope of living and keeping our family together, even if it meant abandoning everything.
I hope you liked my little story, thank you for reading me!
Images extracted from pixabay, DeppL translator used.
