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.