Still

After the end of everything, we come out into a square and reach into our pockets to see which possessions we have retained. I have a marble, said my son; I have a piece of chewing gum, said my daughter; I have a gun, said my next door neighbour, look, and he blew his own head off. Apart from that, it was very quiet in the square, as everybody else had just gone, perhaps they were indoors, I don’t know, I don’t even want to know what had happened to them, but, as I went down to my local fish and chip shop, I saw a few signs, a few signs of what had been. A leaf, a piece of chewing gum, and a little brown dress. Inside the fish and chip shop were some chips, cold now. I dived in and ate a load of fucking chips because I was so damned hungry. I ate and ate and ate like there was no tomorrow.