#17 Hunger Games

I woke up for work early this morning, kissing my wife on the cheek and checking on my two daughters, Katniss and Primrose, as they slept sweetly. I dressed quickly patted Butterscotch on the head as i walked out the door in the cool morning dew. This morning was just like every other morning. I walked to the coal mines, where i work, and hummed a tune i usually only sing with Katniss when hunting, but it made me happy, so now i often sing it to keep my happy even though my family is hungry and the Capitol is ruining this country. I nodded to the men outside the quarry as i climbed down into my post I've been at for weeks now. There were already multiple men down there working away. The stiff dusty air use to strangle me, but i became accustom to it after working for so many years in the mines.  I was only working for a few hours, i hadn't even eaten lunch. You know how some people know when they are about to die? Or their life flashes before their eyes? I didn't even have enough time to think. I didn't have enough time to think of my wife or our two beautiful children or what would happen to them after i was gone. I didn't even get enough time to breath in another deep breath of dirty thin air before the explosion hit me and destroyed everything it could reach, including my family's future, my wife's husband, my daughter's father, me.