Summer of the Pandemic
In 2020 we had a plague. But of course, since it was 2020, nobody believed it was a real plague. Maybe a news blip on death but certainly not the real thing. It is summer now and we are meant to go outside. Have fun. Barbecues replaces germs and beach chairs replaced respirators. For a few short weeks anyway. The reality is that the plague was a guest at the BBQs. He joined you on the sandy towel and in the park. He was a shadow Around the car while the gals night out were having a smoke. In aisle three when the mask was just so annoying you had to slip it down. At the nap salon for your mani pedi for that French manicure you wanted so bad, he slipped right under your nails and knocked you off.
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