Wasting (game) time

Sul Sul!

Elena North here.

I’ve wasted some time playing a video game…

thing also my descendants loved,

only that they seldom had the opportunity.

Electricity in our humble shelter was unsteady and faulty,

internet connection often broke,

and all electronic devices were crippled in their functionality.


The husband of my granddaughter Marina, Akira Kibo,

loved playing video games, and wanted to play as much as he could.


I can’t remember when Akira really joined the family.

It all happened too quickly.

One moment Marina was in love with him,

and the next they were married and had three stinky, crying toddlers.


Of course I can remember when they were small, manageable babies…

Akira made a good father, caring for them very well.


Life wasn’t easy with Marina and the three toddlers…

but Akira tried to be the best father possible to them. And it marked them.


He overwatched the tots, while playing on the computer…



But he was already an elder when the kids were young,

and he died his death of old age…


R.I.P., Akira Kibo.

At least you can say you helped to raise wonderful kids.

I’ll go to the bathroom quickly to freshen me up,

and I’ll soon be back counting my family’s story

with a brand new twist!

Until then I remain

sincerely yours

Elena North

Stinky SOS

Sul Sul!

Elena North here.

Yes, I am fresh and clean now,

but for a very long time,

my direct descendants seldom had that feeling.


My grandchild Leo had decided to consecrate his life

to send out a SOS to the world:

we needed medicaments, medical care,

and, most of all, clean running water.


Just to recap:

Leo North was the second baby born to my daughter, Carolin.


He grew up in our postapocalyptic world, in our humble shelter,

and still was quite a happy child.

He liked watching chess games between his father,

Florian Palm, and his uncle Fabio.


Like his big sister Marina, Leo loved playing with the dollhouse.

I had built it in my early days in the shelter,

to teach future generations how life used to be before the Apocalypse.

It should inspire them to make the tales a living reality again.


Leo was good at learning skills, his parents and big sister Marina helped him to grasp

 reading, writing, calculating and all other things kids need to know.



The days went by, eating, sleeping, simply existing…




Then, he grew a teen.




He had watched his aunt Celina try to send out an SOS all her life.

But she was growing old… and nobody heard her.


Playing chess with Marina was Leo’s only way of having a little fun in his life.


Leo witnessed the deaths of Celina, of his parents, and his uncle…


He was on the computer, writing on an article

to show how bad the situation in Glassbolt really was.

Media around the region had just glossed over the events,

and no one knew we didn’t even have hygienic water.


Leo loved grilled cheese sandwiches.

And he liked reading the old books in our bookcase.



After Marina married Akira and they had their three kids,

Leo just tried to ignore the three rambunctious toddlers as far as he could.


Leo concentrated on his work as a journalist.

Which meant, most of all, he set out to interview people on the street.


He wrote article after article, but none ever seemd to be noticed.



He died almost without anyone noticing,

out of old age.

R.I.P., Leo.

My grandchild.

At least in the spirit world, you’re always clean and happy.

Let me rest and play a bit of my favorite game.

Waste a bit of time.

I’ll be right back counting more on my family’s story.

Until then,

sincerely yours,

Elena North