Sandy Supposes....

Lockdown?

Sat. April 11th Prompt.
by Fivesixer (654)

How are you finding community in these locked-down days?

         

         

         When the three of us, me, myself, and I step outside into the glorious sunshine, brisk invigorating fresh air, and vast wall-free spaces we seek out eye contact with those a hockey stick-length away. We nod. We smile. Perhaps we'll salute, or wave. Often an unspoken signal is exchanged and we stop our saunterings to share in a conversation.

         "Hey, how's it goin'?"

         "Oh, hi. Not bad, not bad, at all considerin'."

         "Ya, this virus thing is scary. Are we standin' six feet apart? Aint we supposed to be metric? I'm surprised no one has chalked off sections on the sidewalk."

         "Ah, we eyeballed it, close enough. Haha! Get it? We're close enough. Seriously, though, this aint natural. Lines are everywhere. It's like we're all in a herd, or in a cattle chute. Keep your distance, but line up."

         "Ya,I hear ya. It kinda feels odd. No one is breathin' down yer neck. I miss that. I tell ya what I don't miss, the shovin' and steppin' on the back of ma heels."

         "Have ya seen the masks? Lord love a duck! People are crazy. At Johnston's, I put a hand to my mouth to cover a snicker. I couldn't stop myself. Oh, everyone shot daggers at me for sure. But this fella had a shopping bag over his face. And his hands were wrapped in bags, too."

         "Well, I coulda sworn I saw a tea towel tied 'round some man's nose. I aint seen the bras yet, well, 'cept on the internet. My momma would roll over in her grave to see a grown ass man wearing a brassiere on his face."

         "Well, I guess I should be moseying along. Take care of yourself."

         "Ta for now. This'll all blow over soon."