The year is 2050. Or so the faded calendars claim. Thick, yellow-brown smog blocks out the sun. All industry shut down years ago to cease their emissions of harsh pollutants. A late, futile measure. The acrid air still reeks like bleach. The trees are all blighted. What drinking water remains must be boiled to be safe. In this polluted world of scavenging and lawlessness, newlyweds Lea and Calvin clothe and feed themselves with whatever they can find, make, or steal. (Entry for #glovelysqcc)