The Descent – A Cautionary Short Story About Fracking
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or awaiting judgement in heaven, is purely coincidental.
ather Jack Fracket surveyed the wintry scene from a distance. He checked his Timex “Celestial TimeMaster” watch – it was 2:30 pm on January 16th 2020 and he had not long since left the deathbed of Mrs Elsie Thornton – known to the world as Auntie Elsie. Elsie had survived the fuel poverty she had suffered as a result of successive UK government’s inept handling of energy policy, but her long slow death from cancer had been hard for her family. Father Jack, who had always been an ardent supporter of fracking, felt a special responsibility and a gnawing guilt for her suffering. Elsie’s doctor had laid the blame squarely on the pollution from the fracking wells which had been drilled just 100 yards from her home 4 years before, and even in her last days, as she faded away in her bed at home, she had had little peace as the 40 lateral pad was still in noisy operation all the day and all of the night.