Escape

The end of the remote had been chewed off for years, but only tonight did the magic signal-sending glass bubble cease to function. There was no way to turn the cable off. He jiggled it this way and that, pressed the power button in a hundred different ways. Nothing – the news stayed on, past saturated with broken concrete and people huddling in blankets. He found the other remote with his bleary eyes, turned down the volume, and found a channel showing a previously recorded match from the Brazilian League. Only then could he hope to painstakingly fall asleep.