We were warned.
It all started in only a few places. Far-off waterways clogged with trash. Places where the populace had no choice but to draw water from putrid smelling rivers to drink and to cook with. The same waters where factories dumped their waste.
As populations grew to bursting, potable water grew scarce everywhere. It was hoarded and guarded. Only the powerful owned it in abundance.
It became our currency. Potable water for a sack of potatoes or a head of cabbage. They say whoever owns the water, controls the world.
We were warned, but we did not heed.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we are to write a 100-word story. The very interesting photo this week was provided by Anne Higa.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.
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