"Daddy, what's that?"
"The sign? It's for a church, that had a fallout shelter."
"I don't know what that is."
He paused. How to explain such an antiquated and foreign concept?
"Many years ago people were afraid of, well, this thing they thought might happen, and would be very bad. It would be the end of the world. And this is a place they went because they were afraid."
Wide eyes. "What thing?"
"It was something that would come from the sky. It would be so powerful that nobody could stop it. The people thought that if they came here, they would be okay, and afterwards they could start over again and make new lives."
"So this was a special place?"
"Well, no, not really, but they thought so. Nowadays we know that it wouldn't really have helped, but that's okay, because we also know that the thing they were afraid of will never happen."
"Oh. That's good. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome." He sighed. At least he hadn't had to explain what a fallout shelter was...
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