Waiting on Sesame Street.

 

Standing outside boarded up shopfronts in what used to be Main Street or High Street, maybe Sesame Street ?

I waited in hope, or in vain, for a public transport that was always just around the corner.

In this abandoned corner of society where hope had caught the last train out, we few were left to clean up, it was a thankless task.

Or so it seemed.

The remnants of a devastating virus hung around like warring street gangs waiting for the next fight. But there was no fight left, the enemy winning on a points decision.

The public transport never arrived, the shop fronts remained boarded up in what used to be Main Street or High Street, maybe Sesame Street ?