Apocalypse Now

The streets are deserted, not a single soul is about even the winos and street bums are nowhere to be seen. There are no cars on the road or any planes in the air it’s so eerily quiet you can even hear a pin drop. We’ve all finished panic buying and capsuled ourselves within our homes, peering cautiously out of the windows of our temporary prisons as now and again an ambulance screams by - With a police car in tow, to pick up another casualty of this virus we cannot see. It’s Apocalypse Now as nightly the government reels off the latest grim figures, the health workers are working flat out - and so also are the undertakers! Nobody can see an end in sight and we can only pray the virus doesn’t claim us next.