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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


There is a strangeness to this empty street that had not long ago been filled with people and the roar of cars. There are at times a few people walking around. They seemed to be taking the proper precautions, keeping their distance (six feet apart) and wearing facemasks. However, some seemed to be a bit too close to each other. It is clear that they are young, most likely their twenties. Twenty year olds always seem to think that they are invincible and can survive anything. However, this is a falsehood, especially now. It is also understandable that they may be wanting to get outside, having been stuck inside for nearly four days. It is always a good idea to get some sort of exercise, during these very trying times.

A young man, most likely somewhere in his teens or twenties, ran past my view. He was dressed in the standard looking track runner outfit with spandex and maybe runner shorts. I do not know where he is going, but he seems to be heading down to the park and maybe the cemetery beyond that. The man did look rather pale. There does not seem to be anything particularly to make him look similar to death. However, he could be closer to a non-Western image of Death. Perhaps he could be a shinigami. However, I suppose that a supernatural being can take any form they choose. Nevertheless, it does seem strange that Death or a God of Death would be out for a run. Perhaps it could be that even Death likes a good run. That does seem to be a very entertaining idea. He could also just be returning home. I imagine the best way for Death to do that is to go through the cemetery. They are a place of death.

This could also all be just the simple imaginings of someone that has been stuck at home for nearly four weeks by this point. I’m sure that this guy was just out for a run and nothing more. However, I suppose that this was an inevitable thing to happen.  Humans, even introverted humans, were not meant to be stuck in their homes for extended periods of time. Yes, there are ways to connect with our fellow humans, but nothing beats face-to-face interactions.


Submitted: August 13, 2020

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