First Light


First Light was started in 1961 and finished in 2017. It is about the survivors of a war that followed global warming. It destroyed civilization as we know it. When packs of humans ran out of animals to eat, they ate the weak, the helpless, and the stranger.
Jefferson Washburton was 16 when the world fell apart. It took Jeff 70 years to get two packs of humans to eat plants instead of people. He was 79 when he saved the life of Drew who was 20. With Drew’s help, Jeff changed the world.

Excerpt

CHAPTER SEVEN:
“The Island in the Wasteland”
Ricky took Drew to each of the other windmills and introduced him to every family in the valley. Finally, they met Rod and Chance working on the broken sail of the last windmill before the top of the mountain.

Chance introduced Drew to his wife Pat and five of his six children. Their youngest child was about a year younger than Drew.

The next youngest was keeping lookout up on the mountain. The oldest was ten years older than Drew. He was married and his wife had a baby on the way. He and his wife lived with his parents.

Eventually Ricky and Drew reached the top of the mountain.

There was a sentry out but she was hidden in a secret place that Ricky would not show him. Instead, she took him to another lookout at the side of the trail.

Eventually Ricky and Drew reached the top of the mountain.

There was a sentry out but she was hidden in a secret place that Ricky would not show him. Instead, she took him to another lookout at the side of the trail.

Ricky asked, “Tell me what you see from up here.”

Ricky stood beside him holding onto his left hand with her right hand.

Drew said, “It is so beautiful from up here. The rice terraces are so green in contrast to the mud walls surrounding the terraces.

The water flowing from one level of terraces to the next, sparkles in the sunshine. Down below, where the fields of crops grow on each side of the stream, it is a patchwork of greens of various shades. I can even see the tomatoes growing on their vines from here. From here, they look like cherries. We had cherry trees on our farm.”

He turned around and helped Ricky turn with him. He said, “In this direction there is nothing but rocks and dirt and sand. Nothing seems to be living on this side of the mountain.”

Ricky said, “That is the way it is all around this valley. Nothing grows anywhere else. Plants and trees only grow in this valley. Jeff calls our valley an island of paradise surrounded by a vast wasteland. I wish I could see it.”

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