![]() ![]() Fields were abandoned, so it spread, destroying pastures, prairies, and crops, only part of the food demise. Farms tried to replant corn, fighting All-in-All each season. ![]() The burnt-looking plants, All-in-All, were an invasive species grown as bio-fuel, but the genetically modified seeds were too resistant and hardy. Single green stalks periodically fissured the brown. “Yose, come back! We don’t know what’s out there.” More like a graveyard than fields, the grass was so dead it snapped beneath my boots like glass. I took a deep breath, tasting nothing good to eat: bitter, burnt, dust, acid. The crisp grasses, a seed head capping the top, swayed in the scorching wind. I shut down the tractor, then cupped my hand over each tiny light indicating the solar panels were charging. “I feel it, Mom! Just like they said we would! These are our fields.” He stumbled over a tussock but kept running until his head was just a blond tassel. ![]() My son rushed off the solar tractor and into the shoulder-high brown grass. ![]()
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