A Moment of Solace
Memories are so precious, especially when the world has gone to hell. There are so few humans left now. You’d think we’d group together, but for greed. It’s rare to run into anyone when you’re hiding… always hiding. The trick is to keep moving.
I don’t know why I made my way back here, to the town where I grew up but, as I stand on the stage in the old school hall fingering the velvet curtains, now faded to a mouldering green, long-forgotten memories flood back.
The moment of solace bolsters my reserve. I can keep going after all.