Dennis shudders as the cold bites through his camel hair coat on a cold June afternoon, a flicker in his mind sends him back to when summer was a thing and and there was a time you could go outside without an FFP2 digging into the flesh in his now hollow, once full cheeks, due to the food shortages and endless wait for restocking.
Rain droplets gather on his safety goggles that he can see racing each other down the lenses, through the steam generated by his breath, despite the promise of "anti-fogging" treatments from the digital outlet he bought them from with a government discount coupon. He had waited seven weeks for these. The slow rumble of the now few vehicles doesn't help with his lack of patience. Where are they going? Why can't it wait?
Two in at a time, standing on a grey street, waiting. The only colour, the once vibrant, now faded signs on the billboards, advertising the latest blockbusters, deals and must haves from the society that seems a long time ago. Dennis thinks to himself; who wants to wait for mass produced bread and grey ham any way?
When will we all wait less?
Rain droplets gather on his safety goggles that he can see racing each other down the lenses, through the steam generated by his breath, despite the promise of "anti-fogging" treatments from the digital outlet he bought them from with a government discount coupon. He had waited seven weeks for these. The slow rumble of the now few vehicles doesn't help with his lack of patience. Where are they going? Why can't it wait?
Two in at a time, standing on a grey street, waiting. The only colour, the once vibrant, now faded signs on the billboards, advertising the latest blockbusters, deals and must haves from the society that seems a long time ago. Dennis thinks to himself; who wants to wait for mass produced bread and grey ham any way?
When will we all wait less?
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