He read a book that made no sense.
He tried to make a call but there was no service.
Time to go.
The city was dark, the streets badly paved. The ATM was out of order.
People growled and bumped into each other at every crossing.
Cars didn’t stop. Parents hit their children. Buildings collapsed.
There was a war on but nobody knew what the fuck they were doing.
Friendly fire, ill-timed explosions. No one could fly the bombers.
There was talk of nuking them but then nobody trusted the equipment or the codes were lost or something.
He was ten minutes late but his kids were alright. The teacher had gone.
He asked them what they’d learned and Freddy said, Zilch of course.
It wasn’t that long ago that he’d felt disenfranchised.