beck | ford
A
summer evening, still light outside. It was
chaos there in the
shopping center, but not the telegenic chaos of fires and overturned cars. People were milling about the
parking lot; there was no
frenzy in anyone's movements. Tom (or Akin?) broke into a
restaurant and cooked himself
dinner. No one seemed worried about
alarms (I hadn't heard any) or the arrival of
police. I thought about using that liberated
kitchen to cook myself something later, but saw Chuck in the distance, playing outside some store or eatery. Join him? Was that really Chuck? Linus (no, not
Him) walked over to us from where Chuck was playing; he brought us
food in
styrofoam take-out containers, and thoughtfully brought me veggies only.
After eating, I went in search of magazines.