Blue Screen

Horns honked in the street below. Rubbing sleep from his thirty-five- year old eyes, Jake fumbled on his bedside table to find his phone.

Scrolling  down, a blue screen appeared.

‘Damn it,’ he muttered,’ ‘ Global Glitch?’

Grandma’s old chimer in the lounge rang  out five bells for 5 a.m. ‘Thanks Gran,’ he muttered,  checking his tech.

His apartment was strangely quiet. No charger blue lights  or wake up call from Alexa.

‘Digital dystopia?’ he muttered