One Eye Open

By Darrel Bird

The government redacted the constitution until it was unrecognizable, and then the shooting started. The war quickly cut the food and fuel transportation, and ten years later people fought just to survive. Without a constitution the law was a gun if you were lucky enough to have one.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Darrel Bird
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311679307

Darrel Bird

Darrel Bird has written and published 47 short stories. He attended Bakersfield college, and is an avid motorcyclist.

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One Eye Open

by Darrel Bird

Copyright 2014 by Darrel Bird

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In 2017, the U.S. was divided about 50-50 between socialists and conservatives. College kids demonstrated for free tuition, women demonstrated for free abortion, and socialists demonstrated for socialism. By 2018, the demonstrators had decided that burning buildings, cars, and garbage cans just wasn't enough, and a few brought guns to the demonstration. There were at least four factions in the country, and the conservatives began answering fire while the politicians in D.C. argued and chipped away at the constitution. The full-fledged civil war the college people had been craving began, and those same people went home and hid in their mamma's basement.

The first thing the warring factions did was try to cut off each other's supply lines of food and fuel. They succeeded, and in two weeks, there wasn't even a can of dog food on the grocery shelves. War and starvation were the ticket for the day.

Ten years later, Hank Jasper came to the edge of the woods, stopped, and looked out over an old, overgrown field that was about three hundred yards wide and about six hundred yards long. It was one of those long, lazy summer days in July.

Beads of sweat beaded his forehead, and he wiped the sweat with a rag that held the scent of old sweat. The scent tickled his nose as it passed on its way back to the back pocket of his worn camouflage pants. He raised his binoculars to his eyes and began to sweep the field and the edges of the tree line that graced the field with oak, hickory, and thick underbrush dotted with a few evergreen cedars.

The grass was almost waist high, and he caught the flit of a small bird that was going about its business, catching small insects for its young. At the far east end of the field, a covey of quail shot up and headed for the trees. He froze the binoculars on that spot where the field narrowed to a small setback. He stood very still as he scanned back and forth across the setback. He caught sight of a bit of blue in the tree line that began to emerge as a man. The man stopped and looked across the