Covid-19

She woke and looked out the window. Snow coming down in shoots, white lines demarcating a blank skyline, streaming down a silent world behind the glass, a world that had changed forever...

She sat up, now, knelt by the window ledge and looked out. An empty road, paved with white slush. A bear walking in the midst of it, lifted its paws, rummaged through a bin, padded down an empty street. A world seemingly in transition; old values vanquished, and overnight…politicians scrambling to make policy…and now, the latest horror story: a politician who stood, making a speech, coughing…eyes watering…the latest victim…the world in lockdown and changed forever…

She watched the bear walk up the street, its lazy gate, a testament to the new…she and everyone else wondered how long it would last, and seemingly by the rate of new reported cases, it looked as though the world had changed and forever…everyone holding their breath, gasping at the latest report of cases…

Covid 19 �" the virus, the unexpected nightmare, had unleashed itself on thousands…the old way of thinking, gone…

She could kiss goodbye her medical career and whatever else...she turned and looked around the room and could here her mother’s quiet whimpering…days ago, she had lost her husband to the virus: her father, and she wondered if it was going to get them next…

It was the coughing that got her frightened now…for, if her mother lost her life to this, there would be no-one left, just her, and she started to wonder if they were going to run out of money…

Every week, another social security payment, but with more politicians dying, the fear was that there may soon no longer be a government to dole out payments…

She turned and hugged her pillow, lay back down on the bed, heard the coughing of her mother, called out to her and her mother answered in a feeble tone that she was alright…still, some had recovered...

She began praying again, to Jesus, Mary, Buddha, Muhammad, Allah, St Theresa, whoever the f**k was up there letting all of this happen…but, as always, there was nothing: no feeling, no silent whisper, no gift of encouragement, just the silent rumblings of the great nothing that never chose to reveal itself, except in myth and legend and stories of old... Only the sound of the fridge humming and her mother’s rasps. She lay back down now, offering her everything and then, as usual, cried into her pillow...

 

Reviews

[roarke]

Another strong write. Just define "she" and the scene/concept focus sharpens, relates. Medical career?
She woke and looked out the window. Snow coming down in shoots, white lines demarcating a blank skyline, streaming down a silent world behind the glass, a world that had changed forever..She could kiss goodbye her medical career and whatever else...she turned and looked around the room and could here her mother’s quiet whimpering…days ago, she had lost her husband to the virus: her father, and she wondered if it was going to get them next…

Maybe put something like that at the top??? again, dunno.

[Pitbull1000]

Thanks roarke. I'm gonna check out your stuff. See if I can return the favour.