sometimes survival depends on those you meet
During re-opening I bought a locker and filled the freezer to hunker down. Soon after, supermarkets were rationing even scraps of meat. For many, that meant no job, no cash and now less to eat. For every one, virulent meant shuttering the world out there.
Months later a propeller flew over and I see the pilot watching me. Airport’s open, or at least there is fuel for some people. Some people keep metal hung on a rack on the wall. Some think of the neighbours pantry and wonder if it’s full.
Houses here are far between, but it seems I wasn’t the only local seen. And my neighbours, they’re not without means. What visitors might have been, haven’t been back. Won’t be again. Never enough sanitizer to cleanse from the scraps of others we eat.
