“Who are you?” I ask the strange form floating above me.
“I’m the new virus. Thought of seeking your permission before entering you.”
“That means sure death, doesn’t it?”
“Almost. And suffering for a few days. But, as a special case, I’ll give you an option. Live another twenty-odd years with old-age ailments, become a burden to your loved ones, get neglected, cursed and hated, praying fervently for a death that never comes.”
“Be my guest,” I shout before waking up in a cold sweat.
“I’m the new virus. Thought of seeking your permission before entering you.”
“That means sure death, doesn’t it?”
“Almost. And suffering for a few days. But, as a special case, I’ll give you an option. Live another twenty-odd years with old-age ailments, become a burden to your loved ones, get neglected, cursed and hated, praying fervently for a death that never comes.”
“Be my guest,” I shout before waking up in a cold sweat.
