My Time in Quarantine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a short story/memoir describing my thoughts during the quarantine.

My Time in Quarantine

Empty.  Everything looks, feels, tastes empty.  My balcony beckons me.  In the past I rarely walked out there.  It faces the back of a bar/restaurant and its overactive parking lot.  Friday and Saturday nights there are no spaces.  Were no spaces.  Notice the subtle switch of tenses.  Maybe not so subtle.  Now there are spaces sitting unfulfilled.

Like me in this quarantine.

I am allowed to go to the store and mingle from a distance with other masked marauders.  We are a pleasant, peaceful bunch.  Usually.  We pick up our food and supplies with gloved hands.

Some people, though, are angry over these and any rules.  They think their rights are being impinged upon.  They are Americans and this is America, they yell.  They release their anger and frustration as they spread their covid virus filled breath.

Stress streams throughout, both ahead and after the virus. To ease this stress I listen to the soothing silence.  Less cars on the nearby highway.

The radio becomes a chatty friend.  Change the station and rather than draconian words I can hear a misbegotten minuet.  Another one plays blustering boy bands whose only concern are profits.  I return to the minuet.

There are no sports stations since there are no sports.  The multimillionaire baseball and football and basketball players suffer inside their mansions.  They worry they may lose their reason for playing sports:  money and more endorsements.

Much of this quarantine is yet to be seen.  And felt.  What results will be the result of this time spent inside?  In nine months there may be a population explosion.  Sadly some women will no longer be here.

In Mexico, recently, many women have died from domestic violence.  In Chicago the calls to the domestic abuse hotline have more than quadrupled.  Our president and his Secretary of Education want to eliminate laws protecting women.

What changes will we see?  No more handshakes.  That does not bother me.  Some people judge handshakes as to whether they are 'strong' enough.  There will be less or no hugging.  I was never good at hugging anyway.  Some say there will be a slower way of life.  We will all walk and drive at a more relaxed pace.

That is the future.

Presently some are overwhelmed and jobless.  Feelings are frayed and because of this friendships are ceased.  All communication is buried.  Is this due to the virus or due to simmering sentiments which lay dormant for so many years?

For others new friendships blossomed.  A new phenomenon  arose of complimenting masks, speaking to neighbors albeit from afar, comparing quarantine stories.  And helping those who may have been left alone.

Perhaps a newness will envelope us all.  We will be blessed with new attitudes and a new appreciation for our world all all it holds dear.  Lets all, together, welcome this new life.

 


Submitted: May 17, 2020

© Copyright 2021 William Dollear. All rights reserved.

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