The past couple of weeks have been an utter shitshow. I’ll spare you the details, but thankfully the situation seems to be resolved, thanks to communication. And coffee, of course. I shudder to think what I would do without my beloved bitter nectar. What indeed, would any of us do if coffee were to become extinct? That thought inspired the following story, which remains one of my favorites, and its sequel, both of which were published in WPaD’s Goin’ Extinctanthologies and my DysFictionalseries. I give you:
BATTLE OF THE BEAN
By Mandy White
It was the end of the world as we knew it, and nobody felt fine. Remember that song? It’s been stuck inside my head since this whole thing began.
Anarchy reigned; society was in chaos. People rioted in the streets. Yadda-yadda apocalypse…
All because of one little thing. A tiny thing, really. Not quite miniscule…
Vampire Maman 