Pandemic on his Palms

A horror prose that will only make sense for the next couple years.

Photo by Branimir Balogović on Unsplash

She steps into the hallway not expecting to see anyone. The markets were barren, she barely caught a glimpse of other customers as they scuttled about the ends of empty aisles. Her excursion had been lonely, she’d only managed half the utilities she needed, and now she finds it jarring there’s someone else here…