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The schedule rested on the ledge at the guard shack. Electric devices long gone, the only way to make an appointment was to physically make one in the book.
Reservations were out weeks; visitors felt blessed it wasn’t months. Dome Association sites each had rustic campsites for waiters. Township halls’ soup kitchens fed the masses.
Rose and her family were next. The door whooshed open and soon they were breathing fresh air. The last surviving leafy plants, all now protected in domes, quietly gave color to their cheeks, if only for an hour. Baby Pip moved his limbs and smiled.
The adventurous Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.