silence

A morning of nothing, awake early, be alone. It is good that the cat is there, something that moves, something that follows it's own survival instincts. The electronic alarm clock, set by the son for no apparent reason, beeps. The sound pierces the closed doors between his room and his parents room. It goes on and on, a steady beeping noise.
Bear it untill it becomes unbearable.
Get up, go to the son's room, and see the clock with it's glowing red figures. There is a whole multitude of buttons on the top surface, none is really labelled. So call the son, tell him to turn it off. A hand reaches down from the high bed and touches a button on the top of the black box. One of the many buttons, cannot see which one.

The beeping stops.

It is Monday, the 30th of March and there is no sound from the outside world. It is normally a quiet town, now it is a silent town. All in the grip of a virus, a small ball that is accidentaly so malignant that it inefficiently destroys it's host.

The silence and the clarity of the air are the only positve effects of this long asylum from work.
The lack of leadership there has left so many with an unsure holiday, an inability to do their jobs.
But then
make the best of it


The cat probably wonders at the changed situation. There are more humans in her environment, humans that were not there all the time before.

And there is no news other than that the toll of the sick and the dead climbs steadily, confronting the world daily with numbers that seemed impossible the week before.