‘I’m talking about real food, not canned; real wholesome food you eat with friends.’ Andrew says.
‘But we’ve not had any food like that here for a long time.’ Sarah replies apprehensively, she’s stood in the marketplace where scraps of metal, old tech, furniture and whatever else was left from their lives before have accumulated. A tarp has been rigged over the marketplace to keep the sun away and it rattles in the wind.
‘That’s what I can offer though, I’ve been going place to place offering people the chance for good food. I just need somewhere to set up and one evening to show you what you can do.’ Andrew says pleadingly.
‘Look man, we get by, we don’t have the room to grow vegetables or fruit here, it’s a dry land, the sun kills most things and I’m sure someday it will kill us, it’s just a matter of time.’ Sarah replies as she fumbles through her scraps of metal looking for something.
‘Okay, I understand, listen I’m set up in a tent just outside town, I’ll be there for another couple of days so please come and find me if you want a night you’ll remember, of food that is…’ Andrew says awkwardly.
‘Don’t worry you’re not my type.’ Sarah replies as she pulls out a thin sheet of metal that’s rusting.
He walks away, past the stalls for old computer parts, past the section of lawnmowers and finally through the alcoved entrance to the marketplace. This town was once thriving, there was greenery, and there was life everywhere but after what happened no one lived here, this town became a waypoint for those travelling, the ones who live here never intended to, it just became a way of life.
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