The stillness. The quiet. It becomes oppressive, and she feels it closing in, pressing her into what little remains of her life. The lockdowns have ensured she has become a recluse. No one speaks to her. No neighbour pops in to see how she is doing – the bubbles of separation don’t allow that, and she is alone in her bubble. She can get to the supermarket once a fortnight to collect the shopping selected on her behalf. The online order is wildly inaccurate. Last time she received one banana and one orange. Will she ever awaken from this dystopian nightmare?
Sandra James
15/10/2021 11:24:48 am
Alas, too many of us are feeling like this these days :( Well written, Shelley!
Elizabeth Zahn
15/10/2021 03:53:56 pm
Sadly ... this is relatable for many..... and the ending question is one we're all asking.... nice job!
Sue Clayton
18/10/2021 02:03:18 am
We don't realise how much of a social species we are, until we're forced to be alone. Comments are closed.
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