acknowledgements
The initial prompt for this story dates back to my university days, a time in my life that I’d often look back with a reminiscent smile or dramatic walling, no in-between. On humid nights when the world feels like it’s about to end, seemingly by sunburst or new adult angst, I was spending my last moments with some of the most extraordinary people I’ve come across – the pink store kids, the Tonyo peeps. One of them is my best friend, Anj, the first person whom I had to sell the idea to. It’s been a few years now, and I vaguely remember her patient nods and that tiny, growing crease on her forehead. I don’t think we talked about it ever again after the apocalypse, but the story of Zander and Finn, nameless and faceless as they were that time, remained as a sticky post-it no
