Join Me

by Mary Daurio

Corona

Our world spins, drunk on fear. My friend, Bill, says, “Stop! don’t come near.” As we call from the walk, screaming to talk, I realize he's scared shitless. Good job, toilet paper is now a commodity.

 Medical treatment does its part. Unfortunately, some folk's silliness is beyond healing.

Our human race, friendships too, have survived cataclysmic events, and with science and faith, we will withstand this as well.

Bill flings a paper plane.  Its message, ‘Come join me for a pint of Corona when they lick this virus, and the world regains stasis.'

I holler, “Your house or mine?”