Cold-hearted DayThey dropped him off back at his apartment. He watched the hover-car disappear into the night before he pushed through the main entrance and took the lift up to his apartment.
It was cold inside, all the power out again. He tried the mains switch, but nothing worked, not even the emergency back-up. A reflection of what his life had become, he mused.
He groped around in the kitchen and found an ancient battery operated torch. He recalled Petie finding it some years before in a derelict store on the fringes of the city, a creaking warehouse stuffed full of old, mostly useless artefacts. But when Petie came across it, switched it on and trained its blinking thread of light across the room, he jigged and laughed, “Can I have it, Dad? Please, can I have it?” So Bremen bought i
