Just Another Life

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

A story I hate to tell...

The last sun rays of March refused to yield, slowly Phil shielded his eyes with a shaking hand and let the car wheels hold the steer. Purposely, he got himself lost in the dusk. 

He knew by night we had to part, for the imposed safety from the global villains we could not nakedly see. 

Silence chocked his throat and his somehow pinky face, he was reluctant to exhale any word, through mask, to answer my 'You never got lost, so why now?' The wheels took us to elsewhere, like a plane hovering above the port with troubles to land. 

We circled around the city roads and saw the only thing that was still strolling about was called "the social distance."

It had been ravenously gnawed away the city. Cars were running away for home, people were saying no more Hello. Bit by bit it was encroaching upon him and me. 

Obligation to isolate had took its toll. Staying in another town became a must. Did we want it? Choice was not us. 

At ten past seven, the tall buildings sheathed the rays, he parked the car at where I would stay. What about the parting hug and kiss? Well. "The social distance" was watching. He shook his head and dared not touching. 'Protection from you or from me?' I had no clue. 

He sat at his seat, keeping three feet apart, kissed me with his moist eyes. 'Too drama! This whole corona shit!' I walked out and slammed the door. Steam coming out of my ears and nostrils! 

He rushed out after me and gave me a bunch of carefully packaged masks and gloves. 'Please use them and stay well....If only for me...' he said, 'and I enjoyed and I... will remember our last trip.' 'What?' I sneered.

One month later, I realized why he insisted us to follow the imposed regulations that I called them names. I knew why his hand shook and face pinked. And I knew why he used the words 'last trip." 

Oh. I hate corona!! I hate that bitch! 

For God sake. He wasn't just another life. 

Submitted: June 13, 2020

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Jobe Rubens

Irony and its cruel twist of fate. I also love some of the words you chose. And like in the animated cartoons - steam escaping from your ears and nostrils. The scene in the car really showed the masculine and feminine way of dealing with things - logic and emotion butting heads.

Sat, June 13th, 2020 4:28pm


Thank you very much Jobe! It was semi-fictional, he is still alive, but it was an irony too.
I really Appreciated your commenting on my writing style. I have been kind of weird in my original language already. Some people like it, some people don't due to hard to understand or dramatic or queer or attempt to attract attention or whatever they say. I found words are interesting, when you play them well or differently they can produce different effects. My goal is to write in as less words as possible. I.E. No wasting of words. But I can write planly too with page and page of words.

Sun, June 14th, 2020 12:54am

Mike S.

I can feel your well-placed anger, Derina, excellent!

Sat, June 13th, 2020 7:57pm


That is what I exactly I said and felt at the time. Semi-fictional. All true beside he still alive. Thank you, Mike

Sun, June 14th, 2020 12:40am

Vance Currie

Well done, Derina. An emotional story.

Sat, June 13th, 2020 9:41pm


I guess you didn't write much in case this was true? It was true beside he still alive. Thank you Joe for reading.

Sun, June 14th, 2020 12:43am

Craig Davison

Love in a time of plague. I love it. Funny!
All the best,
P.S. When you get to my age, it's the last thing you worry about because it ain't ever gonna happen! LOL.

Mon, June 15th, 2020 8:52am


Thank you for reading it. May I ask what is not going to happen?

Mon, June 15th, 2020 3:11am

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