Because I’m generous, here’s a flash piece I wrote called “Does Anyone Else?”
“Does Anyone Else?”
Dick wandered the empty streets, the city now a wasteland, buildings crumbled and society destroyed and the sky a hazy mix of smog and despair. He coughed loudly, the wind kicking up terrible soot into his lungs.
“Does anyone else hate the air around here?” he asked out loud. No one responded. He continued on.
He was parched. He found a storefront with a broken window. Inside, everything had been torn apart. He climbed in and scoured for something drinkable, but could only find useless junk.
“Does anyone else get really thirsty wandering around all day?” he asked. No one responded. He continued on.
His stomach grumbled. He’d have to eat; it had been too long. There was a McDonald’s up ahead, its golden arches still a bright yellow, a relic amid the ruin. But when he got closer, he saw the building had toppled, and there was no way of getting inside.
“Does anyone else get really sick of all the buildings being destroyed?” he asked. No one responded. He asked louder: “Does anyone else get really sick of all the-”
“I heard you the first time,” said a voice. He spun around to see a man in tattered clothes walking up to him.
“Sorry I asked again.”
“It’s fine. You’re new here.”
They stared at each other for a moment.
“I also get sick of all the buildings being destroyed,” the new man said. Dick sighed relief.
“I thought I was the only one,” Dick said. They stood there for a moment.
“Does anyone else get really sick of all the buildings being destroyed?” they both yelled. No one responded. They continued on.