Showing posts from April, 2020

Is It Weird That I Don’t Hate This?

We’re in our fifth week of the state-mandated COVID-19 lockdown. I’ve just spent my 39th consecutive day in the company of nobody except my husband, kids, dog, cat, and the platoon of ants that plundered our kitchen. Shit’s still as weird as it was a month ago, but, to my surprise, it’s not all bad.

It took me a few weeks (and bottles of wine) to get here. When this all started, many of us went through a “WTF period” as we flailed around, adjusting to the new normal. Take it from me: supervising e-learning for two children while simultaneously working a full-time corporate job is not for the weak. Suddenly I was wearing multiple hats, all day, every day: teacher’s aide, tech support, cook, hall monitor, recess monitor, stage manager, janitor, and counselor, plus my day job. When you wear nine hats at the same time, a couple of them are bound to fall off at least once a day.

To cope, and because my brain requires lists, I started jotting down things I missed. After a while, I started …

Opening Day (microfiction)

Billy shoved the spade downward, scooping dirt.


With his fingers, he dug trenches around the metal box, wiggled it free.

Behind the oak, Grandpa had said. These hands can’t dig anymore. Finders, keepers.

The lid creaked open. Atop the pile, Joe DiMaggio’s face smiled back at Billy.

Prompt: earth

123 Shakedown Street

The red fabric stood out against the office’s beige carpet like a smear of ketchup on white bread. Still, you mightn’t have noticed it unless you were behind the desk, which Connie was.

Connie worked alone these days. She and her cleaning crew used to arrive every day at five, but what with The Coronavirus, her staff had all been furloughed, which was a fancy word for “forced to quit on Connie and find another gig to pay the bills.”

A few weeks back, at the emergency staff meeting, Douglas, the COO, had asked Connie if she’d go into the building during the lockdown once a week to check everything over, reboot the security system, and water the lobby plants. She had given Douglas her widest grin, revealing her bad teeth. “Yes, sir.”

He’d nodded and looked right through her, already on to the next agenda item. She was used to that. When she rode her beat-up bicycle to work, wearing her too-short pants and cheap sneakers, people’s eyes passed over her like a lawnmower over a weed. Add m…