This was a short piece of flash fiction I wrote on the stimulus of Corona
Days off turned into weeks,
Weeks turned into months.
Sitting here, home, reading
Watching, cleaning.
Out for an hour, just,
To feel a summer breeze
and the sun to beat down on my head
Until I felt alive again.
This strive towards a vaccine,
One step forward two steps
Back, never knowing
What is around the corner
But hoping its better than this.
It has to be better than this.
And yet my parents are sat
Next to me, and my brother isn't
Always out. We have family
Dinners and we can walk
Side by side, just for an hour.
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction
RandomThis is a collection of really short stories that I am working on, based on a multitude of different stimulus. Please feel free to leave critical feedback, positive or negative within reason :).
