The Jigsaw #FridayFiction

May looked out the window for the sixth time in as many minutes. Sighing heavily she turned back to the table, scanned its contents and took a sip from the now cold coffee beside her. ‘this is driving me mad’ she said to the empty room. Another quick check through the window to see if anything had changed showed that it was exactly the same as it always was. Picture perfect village green and gentle hills framing the cottages opposite. Not that it had always been like this. Just a few short months ago, the view was a bustle of buses, cars and many, many people all milling about, snapping cameras or heading to one of the village cafe’s for tea and scones. Now, there was no-one, they weren’t allowed to come, it was forbidden by direct order of the Government and heavily enforced by the police. No-one left their homes any more. The most exciting thing to happen was the daily arrival of the delivery wagon carrying all the parcels, packages and food the local community had ordered. May sighed again wondering what to do next. It wasn’t as if she were working like some of her neighbours. When the lockdown began her little shop had closed and she didn’t know when, if ever, it would be able to re-open. A thin smile spread across her face as she remembered the many times she had rued the day she’d arrived in the village, complaining along with all the other residents about the grockles. It was a very different story now. With no-one the village ...
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