The Tipping Point

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The barbed wire fence was cut after the war that had raged for half a century came crashing to a halt. People from both sides rushed to the centre and hugged each other. Tears flowed openly, there was no shame or enmity anymore.

Task forces were created – farmers, craftsmen, and tradesmen were hurriedly assembled and responsibilities were given. Children from both sides played together, young women and men exchanged shy glances. The war-ravaged land was going to prosper.

All the old Gods were discarded and love was proclaimed as the only God.

All it took was a zombie apocalypse!

Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Do find other stories here.