Ikea. Food court. Coffee machine. The old lady’s latte is done, but the last few drops keep dripping into her cup.

Drip.

She stands, staring, waiting. So do we all.

Drip, drip, drip.

She’ll never move. Her vigil is eternal. We shall stay here forevermore, shoppers no longer.

Watchmen.

Vigilants.

Drip…