Walk the Line

Walk the Line | East Wenatchee, WA | April 2020

Those itty-bitty figures at the top of the photo — dog and owner — stride along a street quieted by quarantine. Very few cars; almost no pedestrians. This is a blessing for the frequent urban walker, always alert to auto and foot traffic, but unsettling for readers of post-apocalyptic fiction. Where’d everyone go? Why’s everything so clean? Could silence be the most prevalent virus symptom? But wait, there is evidence of humanity … through an open window I hear dishes clink. Garden clippers snip-snip behind a fence. Muffled static — no, it’s a TV laugh track — crackles for a few seconds. Life goes on but, for now, goes small.