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Submitted to Contest #301
1804 days and counting. The day was 23 March 2020, and a national lockdown was announced. 27 March 2020 the first local death is announced, and Covid-19 lockdown came into a very real effect. 19 November 2024 marks the one thousand, six hundred and ninety-eighth day of my own confinement since the pandemic in SA. 1804 days since I last willingly ventured off our property. Covid didn’t kick off my own self-imposed isolation, but it concreted my inability to leave, to go out. While so many others complained about, fought against, and protested...
Getting simple. We are flat broke, and his friends want to go out for cocktails this weekend. ‘Welcome home (finally), congrats on your marriage, welcome to Slovakia, this is everyone.’ An all-in-one meet-n-greet celebration funded by his sister, my new sister-in-law, a woman that I have met twice and now live with full-time. I have never expected drinks for free, have been buying my own since I could, so this is a pill that my new hubby will swallow for the both of us. And it’s going to be one big-ass pill, as I suspect that more than a fe...
Submitted to Contest #294
Walk the path of the Everness. I see what changes, and what will forever remain unchanged. An insatiable thirst for walking, moving, passing and take in every detail as I go. For now, the paths open to my restless feet are few, so I look to detail to keep it interesting, what may evade another’s eyes, but which adds a layer of richness to those who care to look closer. It’s a rather drab little house, it’s not dilapidated nor derelict just a little ramshackle, like comfy worn-out boots that’ve trekked the many miles of a long life. The sage...
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