Facing the Music, by Krystyna Fedosejevs

So many cases! How many died? Recovered? News headlines grab my eyes. Reporters drown my ears. Too much information to absorb. How many dead now? How’s my country doing? Yours? Are we going to beat this thing? What, self-hibernation? “No,” he says. “Self-isolation. Grocery stores and pharmacies remain open. We walk.” He’s right. But I’d rather hibernate. Got to give my head a shake. Forget this is happening. Social distancing? Isn’t that what the Internet does already? I turn the radio on. Music gets me moving. My voice joins in. He puts on a mask and steps outside.