Last week, Su stood in a line overnight, with thousands of others, to receive masks and plastic coverings. Now, to go out was dangerous even deadly.
Warnings were ignored and rumors abounded, but none of that mattered.
Tears fell like rain when Su heard of her closest friend’s passing. She thought she might break as her mother took her last breath. Her body would never rest in their ancestral graves. Yesterday, her father was escorted from home into quarantine.
Su held her brother’s hand and whispered, “Breathe, little one.”
She spoke words she didn’t believe, “We’re going to be okay.”
My heart breaks for those in Wuhan. This story poured onto the page. It is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was taken by Ted Strutz.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week,visit HERE.