fff#77

late with my flash fiction friday #77 attempt, of course, and still eh know if i like it yet, but work in progress cyah be a bad ting.
flash fiction friday #77 trigger: love in the time of corona...

3weeks of inside
no more hopes
of painting the town
only prayers
against blue screens of death;
3hours between panic attacks
about indefinite distancing
touch forever forbidden
so far
yet so close
nothing unites like
fear
divides and conquers;
3days unwashed
but for hands
dry
sanitised like every surface
of this shrunken world;
3minutes
across the passenger seat
in person
if not quite face to face
groceries+pharmaceuticals delivered
this is how we hug now.

walk good.