5G Masts and Anti-vaxxers

Conspiracy or sinister reality?

BB Moore
12 min readNov 29, 2020

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Photo by Jack Sloop on Unsplash

It is past midnight but I cannot sleep. I punch the pillows but the mattress is softer than I am used to and each turn causes a raft of springs to creak. Outside the wind howls, made worse by the loose pane that rattles in its groove and channels a chilling draft. I squirm low and pull the blankets over my ears. Blood pulses loud in my head. ‘Relax and get to sleep’ I chide myself. I am just beginning to free-fall into fantasy land when a buzz interrupts my flight. Refusing to be disturbed I rollover and wince at the coldness of the sheets. Kicking for heat has awakened me and spurred my curiosity. I check my phone and see a message: “Was good to meet you. Exclusive story for you tomorrow night. Come on your own 9pm Kavanagh’s pub. Knock the door twice. Shaun.”

Darkness beckons

Who the hell is Shaun? It is too late to reply. I stretch over to replace the phone on the side-table then lie flat on my back. I stare at the expanse of dark grey ceiling, hands clasped over my stomach, and regret agreeing to house-sit for Julie, who is stuck in Peru. I close my eyes, tired of staring at nothing. The expanse of black dots has my eyeballs aching. Eventually I nod off but I am disturbed by the sound of sirens. Am I dreaming? I click on my bedside lamp to check the time. But the light does not work. I reach for my phone and see it is 1.30am. My battery is low so I get up to charge it. The tiled kitchen floor is cold. I flick on the light. Nothing. By now I am awake and cursing the lightbulbs for blowing at the same time. I fill the kettle and press the switch. Nothing. WTF? I flip open my laptop sitting on the small wooden kitchen table and plug in my phone to charge it. But my computer battery is low. I plug the charger into the wall socket, but that proves futile. Damn it! There must be a circuit break or a power outage. I check my phone but there is no signal.

Smoking disaster

There are more sirens and I can smell smoke seeping through the air vents. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness as I lean on the bench top and stretch high on my toes, peering out of the kitchen window. There is fire and it is close. Dark puffs billow from nearby streets and there is a red glow in the sky. Something big has happened. I…

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BB Moore

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