A day at the park is always exciting. The roar of the rides, the screams of the crowds. Music fills the air, yeah, hokey reproductions from another era, but everyone loves it. At least at the park.
But today the park is empty. There are no lines to stand in. No smell of popcorn and hotdogs.
A man sits at a solitary picnic table in a place that should have been crowded with tables and packed with people.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
“Where have you been the last six months, in a cave?”
I smile. He wouldn’t believe me.
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