#MYLDN (1172)

The LED sign stood quietly on the corner, hoping that someone would notice it. As the shadow of night fell around it, and the hope that sunshine brings disappeared, it prayed that its message would not be too late. Not that the LED sign was religious in anyway, it didn’t believe in a Supreme Sign or anything, it just felt that it needed all the help it could get. It had been heartened by the massive attendance of 700,000 plus people at the People’s Vote March on Saturday in London but had been gutted it had been unable to attend. This was mainly on account of it being stuck to a massive building and all. Hopefully now the MPs would now  listen and action would be finally initiated to prevent the slow train crash this little island had been watching for what seemed like forever, from actually destroying the train and everyone on it.

More than anything it just wanted to wake up from what it really hoped was just a really bad dream. It wanted to be Bobby Ewing, emerging from the shower to see Pamela was still alive and realising that the entire last series of Dallas was a dream. Or was it the other way round? Was it Pamela coming out of the shower to realise that Bobby was still alive? It couldn’t really remember and it didn’t really matter. What mattered was the dream bit and hoping that this current reality where this nation was not being torn apart by something that should never have happened in the first place was in fact not a reality at all.

The LED sign took a moment from producing its illuminated pixels to think of what John Lennon had once said:

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

And in that moment there was a flicker, a glitch in the time space continuum and suddenly everything was back to the way it was and they all lived happily ever after. Well, except for the LED sign, who, having succeeded in its mission to stop the insanity went back to advertising shit that people didn’t really need.

The End.