We found it while we were scavenging for canned goods in the ruins.
"Daddy, what is this?" My son held in his hands a crumpled election poster. "Where did you find this?" I asked."It was in the ash… what does it mean?"
"In the old days, people used to choose a president, a…" I struggled to describe to him the old ways, knowing that it would be completely alien to him. "Someone to lead the country." I said, resignedly.
Who was R-Ron P-", he started. "Ron Paul, I interjected. "He was a man who wanted to save us. But we wouldn't let him."
"Daddy... why are you crying?" he asked me. He was so innocent, despite it all. "No reason". I choked back the tears and crumpled up the flyer. I left it on the ground. Better to forget, I told myself.
"Daddy, I'm hungry"