As we all make our way through this awful, dreary, lonely, scary time, it is nice to feel some semblance of normalcy. We do just that, when we join our family, friends and colleagues, in virtual communities, such as Friday Fictioneers. Stay safe and stay well, and do your best, to see beyond this time of trouble and inconvenience, to what lies ahead.
Thanks for the prompt and for stopping by to read.
Marta’s car started. She sighed. Long day.
The hospital parking garage’s ceiling crowded down, intent upon scratching her roof. Outside, wet lacquered the rolling pavement, under glowering skies.
Stop. Turn. Merge on. Merge off. All, in a daze.
Soon, she was galloping over the brooding hills, ground giving way, beneath her.
Coasting down the boulevard into town, Marta noticed something. Or rather, an absence. The rain had stopped.
A shaft of light peeked round the cloud curtain, to see if it was safe. Suddenly, it flung a grand arch of rainbow across her path.
Marta choked back a smile.
For a poem celebrating Nature’s resurgence in this time of limited human activity, while celebrating also the changing of the guard, read Quarantine.