October 28th 1962, the town of Midwest, Wyoming, USA.

‘But why clothes pegs?’

‘Very useful things, you never know when you might need one.’

Jack looked again at the selection of jars and packets on the shelves.

‘It doesn’t seem like much. Wouldn’t we need to stay underground for months or years?’

Victor sighed. ‘It’s a start.’

Jack picked up a bottle of brandy that was only half-full and looked at Victor.

‘Aunt Doris been round, has she?’

‘We can replenish,’ Victor paused and glanced at the top shelf with a guilty look. ‘We might need to top on the red wine too.’

‘Let’s just hope they can hold off the missiles until you get back from the store then.’

***

Later that night the news announced that Krushchev had agreed to withdraw Soviet missiles from Cuba.

Sitting among crates of supplies piled up in the living room, Jack consoled a crestfallen Victor. ‘At least we’ve got plenty of brandy and wine to celebrate with.’

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