She turned off the tv. A zombie movie was playing – the zombies were weak but at the same time good sprinters, could not kill anyone with their flailing arms and yet the world was overrun by them with only a handful of survivors. Strangely she had enough of bad tv that day. It was a sudden or rather an unconscious move to turn it off, something from behind or maybe underneath her consciousness was saying ‘enough’. Not knowing how many days she had left this was not how she truly hoped to live them. Not like this, not in the grey without the sun and not in the company of stupid, unconvincing characters.
The sun was away but only a few hours from her tv set. If only she could drive to chase it. The birds, the smell of the ocean and of the wet undergrowth beneath the scorching sun - it was all calling her back. But the sun always remained few hours drive away. Like a paradise on display behind plexiglass, it stayed teasingly out of touch, clearly visible yet never reachable. You could press your face to the glass but it would only wobble back to defend its original shape never to allow you through.
The day has barley begun. Cars zooming by as she walked the pavement. Nothing to do yet everything needed attending to - from the bins to the groceries, and empty water bowls. The feeling of vast and expanding emptiness stretched and covered the houses, resting on power lines and dripping slowly off roofs to pool at her feet. Without the sun there was nothing special about it, it wasn't glorious or tragically beautiful. Just a plane type of sad cling wrap that felt sticky and liquid in places where reality got too close or where there was too much of it.
