Unseen
Short Fiction
Published in
1 min readSep 15, 2020
It was a slow, painful torture. Countries hid away, turning out everyone in fear. Isolated, quarantined — wishing not another one will die in vain.
We clamped down on movement; towns on lockdown, cities are restrained. Some fled, some stashed, some stayed…
There was nothing to shoot at — no missiles, grenades, no combat. It was all the unseen enemy...
the virus that killed many.
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