The Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week reminds me of Christmas. I wonder what Christmas will be like this year?
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What Are You Afraid Of?
Everyone is in hiding, that is what we are told to do. Hide.
At night it is worse than ever.
It’s an unseen enemy, but I can sense them; watching, waiting, wanting to invade my body.
I must fight back, as I did in Korea, for my country.
Well, I am watching them too; the specks of lights hovering, menacing, grouping, slowly surrounding me.
Wear masks, that is what we are told. I don’t recognise myself anymore, or anyone. Who is who?
I can’t stand this confinement, I need fresh air and freedom.
I am going out, I’ll show them.