II

	White beaches painted with blood, the waves slowly washing the terror away. The creatures chased crowds like great ballets, spinning around gushing with grace and beauty as they split humans thru the belly. I was browsing the “summer” collection in this Van Heusen outlet as my vision loomed out the window catching a glimpse of the flesh hunger monstrosities. 50% on most of the store was decent, I glided along grabbing any random shirt of pair of pants that caught my mind. I really needed a new look. Everything going on my my current wardrobe felt outdated, like I was just week off of everyone else.
My mother’s Golf R still smelled like cigarettes, even after 6 months of “cold turkey”. The car flew into lanes indescribably, most of her attention focused onto her phone, her new phone had AR support. She flipped her phone around and into a cup holder, must be out of play time
	No one on online had anything new, all the normal channels were filled with content days old, sometimes weeks. Nothing has clicked with anyone in the last few days, everyone has been stuck in some kind of creative rut of something. I closed out of content channels and loaded up some simple puzzle games, something to take my mind off of everything. I need a massage or something, too stressed lately. Shopping and dealing with my mother in one day, jesus.

	Father was seated at the dinner table, reading some ungodly boring piece of tribe. He throws it across the table as he sees me enter, “Hey Bud. How you doing?” he asked with such enthusiasm I almost believed his interest, “Decent” I was doing awful “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m wonderful”, He jolted from his seat moving predatory toward the fridge, fetching an orange like it was impressive. He just stared at me for a few moments and head up the spiral stair towards his room.
	My mother entered thru the sliding glass as my father disappeared from ear shot, face fully focused on the glowing rectangling in her hand, poke and swiping as she attempted to prepare a “snack” of grapes and pretzels.
	The table vibrated, I grasped my phone quickly. Alex was calling. “You doing anything man?” The phone chirped quickly,
“No, you wanna hang out?” I responded blankly
“Yeah, Joe got some Jazz. You wanna try it out?”
“Fuck yeah man.”