“don’t ask who is still here in 2021; we never left!”
Alex grinned as he commented on a Youtube video of a 28 year old song. Since the pandemic lockdowns, he, like many others, sought comfort in the familiar. For him, he took countless maskless trips down memory lane via the time machine that was Youtube.
Next to him, his wife Emma read an ebook while their 4 year old son slept between them. He looked at his infant daughter, asleep in her crib next to their bed. He smiled contentedly at his beautiful little family ensconced in their little home. They were lucky to have gotten this place at such a good price as the previous owners had been so eager to sell it.
The silence of the room was jarringly broken by a pounding on their front door. Alex started. Emma gasped. Their children, thankfully, remained asleep. Alex hurried outside to see what the matter was. He saw his downstairs neighbours through the peephole. They looked furious.
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT??!! PAST MIDNIGHT ALREADY!! WHY YOUR CHILDREN STILL JUMPING AROUND LIKE MONKEYS?? I AM GOING TO CALL POLICE IF YOU DON’T STOP!!”
Without waiting for Alex to reply, they stormed off. Bemused, Alex returned to the bedroom and asked Emma if she had heard any noise from anywhere. She shook her head, equally bewildered. They have never heard loud noises around, but their neighbours had been complaining about noise since they moved in…
“Uh oh, sorry we were too noisy. We didn’t know it was so late. We will stop playing now. It was not that little boy, it was us – we never left!” said the little souls as they trotted after the angry neighbours in a vain attempt to explain.