Adventures in the Dark

This isn’t my house. I must have missed the end of the world; here we are taking shelter in some abandoned house. The lights are out. The water hasn’t run in ages. We scope the place out, sweeping flashlights over a silent, dusty landscape. We scavenge cans of beans from the cellar staircase. The TV sits there dead no matter how long we stare at it and wish it would work. Outside, another arm of the storm rolls in. The branches groan and strike the sides of the house. Rain beats on the roof over our heads. And that’s all