I never imagined myself a NeoLuddite, but when a patch had my microwave follow me because the timer had gone off, something snapped.
I was not then a violent man. I didn’t own guns. I hadn’t let Gerald bring his home either.
The toilet was the best weapon I had. The microwave never saw it coming. Because I had the bathroom door shut while I pried the toilet off the floor.
Now, holed up and awaiting my demise, I wondered if it was worth it.
Until a mobile phone came in and reminded me about a sale ending next week.