By: Alex Claw
“Vanity killed the world!”
Harrow coughed and looked up from where he was sitting.
A man in rags shook his fists to the sky, directly overhead a drone moved in slow circles, like a shark in water. Harrow was surprised that the man was old, his beard and greasy hair streaked liberally with gray. It wasn’t the dye jobs the kids wore these days, mocking the world that didn’t have old people anymore, with their gray and white dyed hair.