| General Fiction posted May 2, 2021 |
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A Haibun
Different Lens
by zanya
As I open the car door, I realise I've forgotten something. Reaching for the hand sanitizer in the glove compartment reminds me. It is my mask. Opening the porch door, I reach for a mask, no, two masks since there is a myriad of virus variants about.
There is a chill in the air, despite it being already April. My double mask fogs up my glasses as I drive.
Hastily I remove the masks. Arriving at the supermarket, I again don my double mask and wait my turn in the queue. Dawdling in the aisles is not encouraged. Customers check shopping lists on mobile phones. An elderly gentleman consults a crumbled piece of yellow paper in his hand. He needs the store assistant's help to find a product. His mask muffles his tones. We figure out where the checkout queue begins and ends as we glance down to find the yellow 2metre marking on the floor. Surrounded by a perspex screen, the supermarket cashier's eyes flash a welcoming smile behind her mask. Eyes spell out our emotions. New world order.
learning novel ways
to negotiate our world
we sometimes teeter
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As I open the car door, I realise I've forgotten something. Reaching for the hand sanitizer in the glove compartment reminds me. It is my mask. Opening the porch door, I reach for a mask, no, two masks since there is a myriad of virus variants about.
There is a chill in the air, despite it being already April. My double mask fogs up my glasses as I drive.
Hastily I remove the masks. Arriving at the supermarket, I again don my double mask and wait my turn in the queue. Dawdling in the aisles is not encouraged. Customers check shopping lists on mobile phones. An elderly gentleman consults a crumbled piece of yellow paper in his hand. He needs the store assistant's help to find a product. His mask muffles his tones. We figure out where the checkout queue begins and ends as we glance down to find the yellow 2metre marking on the floor. Surrounded by a perspex screen, the supermarket cashier's eyes flash a welcoming smile behind her mask. Eyes spell out our emotions. New world order.
There is a chill in the air, despite it being already April. My double mask fogs up my glasses as I drive.
Hastily I remove the masks. Arriving at the supermarket, I again don my double mask and wait my turn in the queue. Dawdling in the aisles is not encouraged. Customers check shopping lists on mobile phones. An elderly gentleman consults a crumbled piece of yellow paper in his hand. He needs the store assistant's help to find a product. His mask muffles his tones. We figure out where the checkout queue begins and ends as we glance down to find the yellow 2metre marking on the floor. Surrounded by a perspex screen, the supermarket cashier's eyes flash a welcoming smile behind her mask. Eyes spell out our emotions. New world order.
learning novel ways
to negotiate our world
we sometimes teeter
to negotiate our world
we sometimes teeter
*******************************************
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