The old man pushes aside his tasteless food. He just doesn’t feel like eating alone. When his son was alive, he mainly ate alone because his son was so busy with work. But last year his only child died in an accident. If the accident had been avoided, both of them would’ve been quarantined together. They could’ve at least spent more time together.
There’s a dreadful virus wreaking havoc round the globe and most people are staying at home to avoid an untimely demise. Before the virus at least he could go to the park and go for a walk with his friends. Well, the ones that have survived. A lot of his pals are more than five decades past their prime so they are more vulnerable.
He looks at his plate with zero interest. Even though the elderly get a discount at the supermarket, he couldn’t buy any salt. All because people keep hoarding.
He decides to try again. He walks over to the local supermarket that’s five minutes away. But there’s still no goddamn salt. But there’s a sign that says that next week there will be a day when only senior citizens are allowed to shop.
He gets some milk instead. He starts walking back home wishing the virus would just put him out of his misery.
But he takes the long way home, not the usual route. It’s more dangerous but he’ll take his chances.
While he’s walking he’s ambushed by a few young punks. They look desperate and menacing.
“Give us the milk old man.” One of them says.
“Your life is nearly up but we still got a lotta time left.” Another one taunts.
The old man sighs. Why wait for the virus or something else to finish him off?
“You are a bunch of dumb fucks.” The old man says. “If the virus kills you all, Earth’s average IQ would go up.”
The young punks get so angry that they start beating the old man to death.
The old man is in incredible agony, but soon he’ll see his son.
Writer: Rohan Parekh