People are looting. How will humanity survive these coming months?
I experiment with new recipes and whip up delectable treats. Cakes in a mug. Thick soups.
Through the window I spot lone shoppers passing by, with masks and surgical gloves.
One day there’s a disturbance outside.
A man in tattered clothing, stumbles down our street, howling towards the shuttered homes. I drop the blind slat and creep away.