Thank you, as always to Rochelle for providing us with Friday Fictioneers.
I Feel Fine
Bud says, “We are self-sufficient. They laughed at us when the world was cool. Who’s laughing now?”
I nod. I drop off a load of potatoes at the farmer’s market although everyone’s hiding from the virus. Who’s in for mashed potatoes? Potato and leek soup? No one.
“Wash your hands 22 seconds,” Bud says. “God speed.”
I nod.
At home, I feed the dogs, check the generator fuel. Determine I have enough bottled water, canned foods, sanitizer. Lastly, I check my ammunition and clean my gun.
The radio plays REM’s “It’s the End of the World.” And I feel fine.
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I specially liked the hand sanitiser. Good to know there’ll still be hand sanitiser in the apocalypse.
😀 Have to stick with what’s important!
Thanks, Neil!
I don’t know if this is supposed to be funny, but I laughed. People go nuts over a little virus then get in their cars where their chances of dying are so much greater.
I think food and health is more important than this obsession with sanitiser. Mind you the guy just might keep the infected Zombies at bay, who wants a list from the Cronna Nurse in the middle of the night?
Hmm. Now there’s an idea. It causes zombieism! This will go to a whole new level!
Thanks, James! 🙂
Dear Sascha,
Are we only now learning to wash our hands? SMH. The panic is nuts, isn’t it? Loved the story and the inclusion of hand santizer. The last line is the exclamation point.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I know! People madly buying soap. What were they using before? 😀
Thanks, Rochelle! 🙂
Soon this will just be realism literature. Nice take.
Thanks, Iain. I just read about all the “survivalists” who think that this is their shining moment.
It does feel like Orson Welles ”end of the world”,
Thank you, Mike! 🙂
Sounds like they have the means to protect their stash too…
Yep. Thanks for reading! 🙂