Climate fiction

That was when she first felt it, the knowing that one day have a child and the bond between them would be unlike any other, it would stretch to the stars and back…

Jenny was terrified. A huge knot of anxiety, which had been churning around in her stomach all day, was now urgently moving its way up to her heart. Sweat covered her forehead. Her throat was dry.

The fence ran the whole length of the back garden front and back, about 40 metres in all. Jenny stood in the driveway and raised her vintage designer sunglasses to better view it.
She sniffed. What a sorry state of affairs.