The Age of Corona

So..

The World is different. Maybe l’ve fallen into a parallel universe. Or is it alternative universe?

Right at the end of 2017 l lost my Mum. And then months later, l was diagnosed with breast cancer. So half of 2018, and all of 2019 was taken up with operations, chemotherapy, radiotherapy, etc etc and fighting that.

2020 was supposed to be getting my life back. Travelling, house repairs, seeing relatives in the US, Caribbean…

Small dreams.

But now, we are in the Coronavirus World. I now have a new label – vulnerable. So l can’t go out, because Death might catch me after all.

But,

I’m a writer.

So l can read, and l can write, and l can weave tales and dreams of worlds and people. I can create a world without this threat.

Yes.

Watch. This. Space.

(And in the meantime, l hear the annoying earworm ‘muh-muh-muh my Corona!’)