the past re visited

the past revisited

He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
 it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish
about freedom for the individuals
A man with a horse pulling a wagon stopped and gave him a lift to where the road ended, and only used by sheep
when he turned to thank the man, he had long gone
On his walk on the track to the village, I remembered a video he had seen of a man looking out of a small window to see if the shooting had stopped and was hit, in the head
by a bullet
Did this person know he was dead, or was he doomed to forever looking out of a small window?
Outside his house, his dog sat, reckoned, the dog must be around 135 and didn't pick up smells as good as before; when the dog finally remembered, it was glad to see him, wagging tail but too old to jump up but happy to once again being called Jason the third.
A person came out of the kitchen, our man said, this house is mine, you will have to leave,
The kitchen man who had introduced himself as
Their Kerr looked flummoxed, I have lived here forever
and have nowhere else to live; bye the way
my name is not, Mister Their, we don't accept biological sex
OK, Their, you can live in the basement and take all your little theirs with you.
With this the rightful owner took his dog for a walk
Returning from his walk, a man with the number nine iron told him the village didn't exist anymore
he realized he had trespassed into the future and he had no business being there
saddened by this and the loss of the dog, he walked and
walked looking for his past