the Unwoken Fool

 it is the year 2537: there have been no Valentine Cards placed on shelves, no 4-leaf clovers decorating various pubs, no turkeys or autumn colors or spooky masks and seasonally decorated candy. In the grey and dismal streets of this doomed future a man walks by a store and stops to stare in the front window. He then turns, and goes back to walking in his undefined direction, cursing under his breath and mumbling about how early Christmas decorations are going on sale….. it is the middle of January….