Last Call

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“Can we get Shenanigan’s?” Daniel asked me. Kelly’s out of town, and I had plans to make chili. I flinched a little. Shelter in place. Stay at home. These are the mantras of the day. “I just feel like,” he said, “it won’t be possible to get a burger anywhere pretty soon.” Today, a few states have shut down restaurants and bars. But Tennessee isn’t one of the states, and Shenanigan’s isn’t one of the restaurants. Not yet. So we called in our order and drove over. While we paid, they said probably they’d be going to delivery only pretty soon. It’s Monday night, and I know I shouldn’t, but I ordered a beer. “I feel like we’re living in a sci-fi movie,” said Daniel. “One of the depressing ones.” I sipped my beer. By the weekend, who knows whether even this will be possible.

About Uncomely and Broken

I am a classicist in Sewanee, Tennessee.
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2 Responses to Last Call

  1. David Cronin says:

    Beautifully written. It could almost be an opening to a science fiction/post-apocalypse novel!

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