As Ted and Jase talk, the older man realises how little current affairs he knows stuck out on the smallholding. Jase’s description of England isn’t one he recognises.
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That evening, still sitting at the kitchen table, contradictions from their two worlds perplexed the men.
Ted broke the silence. “I last went shopping three months ago. There’s wasn’t anything out of the ordinary then.”
“Three months?” The youth’s mouth opened wide. “Before this lot kicked off, I couldn’t go like two days without ordering stuff in.”
Ted shrugged. “I’ve livestock, eggs, veg, dry provisions, cans – most things I need day-to-day. Times I venture out, our talk’s mostly of stock prices, the auction mart, and such. They don’t bother me with politics.”
This drew a bewildered look. “So you know nothing at all of the shit that’s been going down? Man, that’s unbelievable. Here’s us with Threats looming and you’re completely oblivious?”
Ted noted the implied capital letter. “So what are the threats? War?” That seemed the most likely.
“It’s assumed everyone knows. They’re just referred to as Threats.” Jason frowned. “There’re mentions of insurrection, disloyalty, separatists. Conscription’s coming. Apparently, Richardson hasn’t the guts to address the nation. Martial law’s gonna be imposed nationally from tomorrow. There’ll be tanks on the streets. Mate of mine saw them moving up from Salisbury.”
“Yeah – that’s what gave me the final shove to move on up to Scotland. Jobs, playing opportunities available, and no fucking Richardson, man – what else do I need?” Continue reading