Perches for Crows

In the End, the people began harvesting from themselves, opening up tiny sections along their waistlines to extract the fat that would run their homes for another day. Then the power went out forever, and the overhead lines were just perches for crows. The people left their useless houses and stood on concrete sidewalks staring at each other with wide and wondering eyes, blinking blindly in the star-shine.

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