More Important Things
Jonal kept their head down and kept digging. There were more important things than strangely clad people roaming the street to be concerned with. Staying alive, for one. To do that they’d need stuff - clothes, a pack, money, maybe a tool or a weapon. But all of it was buried in the remains of their apartment building.
Maybe the man in the knightly regalia had something to do with Jonal’s situation. They just didn’t care. Sweat poured from their brow, their arms and back screamed in protest, they’d been digging all afternoon. Everyone was safely out of the building when it happened. But unlike neighbors, Jonal had no one else to go to.
Friends and family lived elsewhere. Jonal had no way to contact them, and if they did it was currently covered by tons of debris. They stopped to consider the situation, the shovel head wedged between some bricks. It was weird, no one had been by other than the weirdo in the surcoat with a bird perched on his arm. None of the neighbors had checked to see if Jonal need anything, nor had first responders been along. And they remembered something about the Red Cross helping in situations like these.
But that’s the thing that irked Jonal, tickling at the back of their brain - was this the sort of situation a first responder showed up to. Sure a building had collapsed but no one was hurt. Yet now there was a costumed freak with fowl in tow prowling the area.
Today’s art is courtesy of Ahmed Rawi from San Francisco, California.