Apocalyptic Sunday

Well there's nothing like a Sunday at 6:00 A.M. to give one that apocalyptic feeling.
No sound on the street, just the occasional cat which survived of course. Each one
looking warily at you.
The cars are all parked with the fresh dew of the day on them. Although the odd one
is running. Which happens to be a cop car,you can always count on that, so you pull your cap down a bit, and avoid eye contact.
Fortunately, the twin bastions of modern society are alive and well. The coffee shop where primal needs are met.And the variety store where you can check last nights Lottery tickets, and then buy smokes to console yourself.
The conglomerates own and run these with the displaced of society, so the workforce is
endless.
Inside the coffee shop the regulars are there, each in their chosen spot.
Of course drinking coffee is secondary to all else. The news of the day past is being read,
or some literary masterpiece is being created by all the endless gibberish written down.
I stay just my alloted time, so as not to affect the balance of nature.