posted on Feb, 14 2023 @ 05:12 PM
Phil glances around his sunny bedroom. Model aircraft dangle from the white clouds dotted on the ceiling. A laptop rests on his oak desk. Opposite the
crowded bookshelf and bunk beds, unopened Airfix Kits and PC games fill the cabinet.
Hmm, my school friends are away on family holidays. I have plenty of time to assemble those kits, little alone for PC gaming. Dad gave me a copy of
SimCity as one of my Christmas presents. Mum and Dad are visiting neighbours, so they can't bother me.
Next to the keyboard is a plate of Boxing Day leftovers. Distracted, he scoffs down turkey and stuffed potatoes. Tossing his red cap onto the top
bunk, he tugs on his lengthy purple hair.
A gentle breeze from the back paddock drifts through the open window. Just another day of feeling utterly out of place and homeless. I love
camping around the farm with my mates, but nothing cures that emptiness.
A couple of clicks of the mouse and a loading screen later, Phil's attention turns to the in-game map. The customary roading network, nuclear power
plant, international airport, emergency services, and commercial zoning follows.
That region is the central business district for my latest mayoral creation, Wright.
Phil fails to notice long shadows growing over his office chair. He is glued to Simcity's day cycle. Zooming in, skyscrapers dominate the
skyline. Scrolling down the avenue, a commuter bus is struck in traffic, and a red fire engine is attending a call-out.
Phil is struck down by lightning. Awakening, his jaw drops, and his brows rise. Across the street, a fire crew douses flames at a construction
site.
Where am I? Tall buildings don't exist in my home town.
An airliner roars overhead. I don't live near any flight paths.
He strolls toward a familiar blue and white bus stop sign.
Wait, I no longer feel lost and wandering around a barren desert.
Phil smiles and stretches his chunky arms out. Now, I am Wright at home.
The End