The year is 2025. The place is California. You have a greater chance of living if you sneeze into your hand and drink what you catch—than if you surrender your minimum wage paycheck for one bottle of water. Today though you become curious about the truck that deports undocumented immigrants every week, because it always stops at an old brewery. You sneak into the parking lot, peek in the window, and see the undocumented being cattle-prodded into a giant juicer, which processes them into water. You throw up and lose some water. You then see a weed thriving and all the lives it is drinking.
— fiction and photo | Tommy Tung —
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Woah. That is bleakly imaginative…
Thank you so much, Jake. I hope it got you thirsty for more fiction!