FLASH FICTION
If you go outside now, it’s like a ghost town; a trope of the horror writer. Beyond the window, a post-apocalyptic zombie landscape; one of science fiction…
NOCTURNS
If you go outside now, there’s a strange calm. It’s a kind of peace which can only be found in solitude with others. It’s a world of visitors and living ghosts.
There’s a different place on the other side of the window at 3am, where we gather at a distance. It’s a universe of quantum entanglement.
They’re out there, taking their daily walk. Time means nothing, now that many of us are unable to work.
Anxiety has turned us into insomniacs and agnostics.
Just as far apart as during the day, there are fewer of us, so there’s less risk of infection at night.
A few say hello from a distance, but most just walk around in what for many of us has become our own world.
Personal space is a minimum of two meters, but at night, we all have more space to ourselves.
The shops are closed, so we look to the stars which connect us all. Insomniacs and agnostics.
Sometimes we watch the sun rise, but when daylight comes, we go home.
We sleep, but we’ll be out again tonight.
© Steve Laker, 2020
A world not too far from home, it’s one we’ll find. No matter the distance, we’ll always have a quantum link.
Delirium Tremens 