The Day the Last Lesbian Died

©Sandra Wagner 2017

As I rode my bike down the street, I passed the empty hulks of the cars that people used to drive before the Decline. There were still some electric cars. But they had to be charged off the mains like anything else electric. There really wasn’t enough power left to run them. I hadn’t seen a moving car in over a year. The power that was available was used just for heat and light. It was ironic that since the Decline, incandescent bulbs had become a hot commodity. They produced heat and light. LED and CFL lamps took less power, but didn’t do anything to produce heat. And the winters were getting colder.

I was scheduled to go to the hospice where Diane was residing. I made sure I had a fresh notebook and a couple of pencils. For the thousandth time I wished my tablet was still working. I would have brought my recorder but I hadn’t been able to find batteries for it in months.

I was going to stop for breakfast but I wasn’t really sure what time it was and I didn’t want to be late.

I arrived at eight o’clock, at least I was pretty sure it was eight, or pretty close. I had forgotten to wind my wristwatch the night before and the electric clock at home was unreliable since the power fluctuated so much. I had a wind-up alarm clock that I paid dearly for, but I couldn’t be sure of the right time from my clock that ran off the mains.

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