Weekly Writing Challenge: Lunch Posts
A mid-week lunch, somewhere different. Everything is very quiet here. It’s a strange atmosphere as I sit in the empty spot besides the window to get a good view of the street ahead. The people passing by.
The atmosphere. Unusual but feels accepted by all. Everyone, shiny screens in front of them, big, small. Those black mirrors reflecting themselves. Fingers punch away at non existing buttons replying to someone on the other end, is there anyone there?
I sit gazing at them all. Families, relationships, friends, silence. All ignore each other for their little devices.