Which World Was This?

The air became sluggish in the afternoon heat, even the sun looked tired from the effort. Bugs sought shelter in shade and birds were nowhere to be seen. He gulped in the torpid air, stationed on a corner downtown, watching people in sunglasses stroll by. No one hurried. No one had the extra energy to spend.

Even under the canopy of a hot dog vendor, the day took its toll. With sweat running down his back, down his sides, into his shoes, he wondered if he stood in watch, protecting others, ready to use his assault rifle, or if he merely wanted a few coins requested by his hand-written cardboard sign that said: Blessings. Anything helps.