Alone and Forgotten by T B Botts The Prisoner writing prompt entry |
She stood with one hand on the refrigerator door, peering inside. The milk was all gone, she'd dribbled the last of it into her coffee yesterday. In one drawer there were a few slices of lunchmeat, sliced ham, and a little bit of cheese. There might be enough bread to make a sandwich, but then what? She'd lived through the depression and World War Two and never experienced the fear and loneliness that she felt now. The news said to isolate, the risk for her was great. Too afraid to even visit her neighbor of forty years. She sighs.
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