The Tipping Point

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The barbed wire fence was cut after the war that had raged for half a century came crashing to a halt. People from both sides rushed to the centre and hugged each other. Tears flowed openly, there was no shame or enmity anymore.

Task forces were created – farmers, craftsmen, and tradesmen were hurriedly assembled and responsibilities were given. Children from both sides played together, young women and men exchanged shy glances. The war-ravaged land was going to prosper.

All the old Gods were discarded and love was proclaimed as the only God.

All it took was a zombie apocalypse!

Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. Do find other stories here

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  1. Ugh. Horrible to consider the bloodshed required to create the peace. And one wonders how long it’s going to take for human nature to rise above the rosy-colored love.

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  2. We need a huge mental shakeup to get to the point where everyone works together. All you need is LOVE. No boundaries. No worship but the good of each other. Sigh.

    In your head, in your head
    Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
    What’s in your head, in your head
    Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh

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