Repose

[Midway through the afternoon - almost exactly coinciding with the avalanche of kids just out from school and heading for arcade games - there is a complete, neat power-cut to the arcade. It kills every machine blaring flashing lights and noise, it takes out the air-conditioning system and the lights, it eliminates the cash-register. Not catastrophically. The help calls the power company, and they commit to sending someone tomorrow but for the afternoon and evening, the place is dead. Late, late, when the town is asleep, the lights power back on and the A/C but none of the machines. When the power-company makes a trip out the following day, there's no rhyme or reason as to why there was a day without games. Everything powers back on and it's like it never happened]

[Call: Kratos S]

[It's a flyer and she's looking at an empty space and boxes and whoever sticks their number on a flyer will do. It's late afternoon: five, maybe six and it's mid-week and the truck is on its way out of town. The phone rings, and the space echoes empty.]