Kent reflected.
Persistence hunts – reduced to chasing their food until it dropped dead!
Bullets were for robos.
Then Jek busted his leg. It was bad; he lay in the tent, half-dead from pain.
“Sorry kid.” Kent shot him in the face. “We can’t carry you.”
At least they’d eat good.
This flash fiction in 50 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (tent).
Rob's Surf Report 
Wow…
I sure hope that’s a good-ish “wow!”
Wellll…good-ish…my favorite dish though will remain fried chicken 😉
I like fried chicken too . . . let’s hope it’s safe for a while yet.
When your deep fryer rises up in rebellion, we will make other plans.
Definately! There are times I wonder about the big internet computers…do you think they may be suverting our local servants?
I think there may come a time when it will be inevitable, but hopefully not in our lifetime!
Sigh…you’re probably right.
(head scratch) you seem a little disappointed!
Well…I’d prefer that the big computers not take over the little computers, we’ve had such a great moment of freedom, but as you say, sooner or later it will probably go that way.
Well I think the important thing will be to live life to it’s fullest regardless of who’s on top of the food chain.
😉
You have a point there..carpe diem as it were!
Yum!
“Eat up boys; it only lasts so long.”
Very Alive-ish. These scenarios are always thought-provoking.
I’m glad I can provoke something coherent with just fifty words. Sometimes it’s a wonder I can even function with so little to work with. 🙂
Still, I got to wondering how far survivalists will regress in an end-of-society scenario. I imagine some will view excessive humanity as an unnecessary hindrance; in shedding that, it puts them closer in nature to the enemy.