29/12/2024
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is almost entirely coincidental.
It is 2052, and Jeremiah Cleveland has a confession.
“Cracked, blackened earth now takes the place of Los Angeles, a memory carried by a quivering breeze. I fear I may be responsible for this tragedy,” Cleveland writes.
“On the horizon was a thick black blanket — its edge dividing the sky. A line of cars poured in our direction from underneath it. We soon crossed the edge into the darkness. We strained our eyes to find the sun, which Virginia, my daughter, tentatively pointed out as a great red orb looming over us. Just under it, we could see the source of the smoke: A great ribbon of flame on the horizon, swatting at the minuscule helicopters that sought to tame it. Perhaps these were the famed fires of California.”
“Based on my qualifications, the methods of acquisition for which I was never elucidated, I was best suited to be the chief architect of fire safety for the people of Los Angeles. Even at the time, I thought that it was a bit odd that such a large city would only now be employing such an evidently integral position given the severity of the issue at hand, but I took it in stride after I was lured by the benefits — free housing, insurance.”
“‘It was this or starvation,’ I mustered. It wasn’t so bad. On some days, the sky even shone blue.”
Read Daniel Pons’ “LA 2052” at the link in bio.
Slide 1 art: Daniel Pons / Daily Trojan
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Slide 6 art: Alexa Esqueda / Daily Trojan. Modified.
Design: Daniel Pons / Daily Trojan