WNO did a Zoom session for our “First Monday” (Thanks Katharine!) meeting. Great fun, I recommend it.
The prompt (thanks Yvonne) was (unsurprisingly):
Write about the Past, Present or Future of the novel coronavirus using one of these genres:
Romance
Science
Aliens
Mystery
Thriller
Western
Poetry
Dystopia
Adventure
Biography/Autobiography
Memoir
My contribution:
It had been a long time since they’d taken their favorite walk along the river, near the seawall. “I can’t see the Island,” she said. He shook his head.
“Can’t see much of anything anymore,” he said. She grasped his arm more tightly, and they sped their pace a little.
“Look!” she said and pointed toward the jetty. At the end of it two figures were carrying things between a small boat and a pickup. “Are they loading or unloading?”
He stared a while, then turned away and shook his head. “A little of both, I think,” he said. “Looks like they’re loading up supplies for the Island.”
“And collecting …”
“Yeah,” he said, “collecting from the Island for…”
“Sssh,” she said. “Don’t say it, please. I get it.”
They turned away from the river and headed up toward High Street.
DQ
Write Free or Die 
Prompt courtesy of Yvonne Vissing:
The Corona virus in 2120
He stole a quick glance at her lips. They were so supple, so fresh. He quickly looked down at the floor, taking sudden interest in the 2070s shag carpet. He hoped she hadn’t noticed him blush.
“I, uh, like what you’ve done with your place,” he suggested hopefully.
“Yeah, I kinda like it. My parents don’t though. I used the Stones final tour in 2099 as my theme. Keith Richards is so dreamy.”
Another couple moments of awkward silence. He thought that maybe if he stretched his arms and yawned, but then allowed one arm to fall behind her back and rest gently on her neck, she’d be pleasantly surprised. She’d never see that coming.
“You know, you can put your arm around me if you want to,” she said.
He blushed again.
But after a moment’s hesitation, he tried the stretch-and-yawn approach, just in case she’d changed her mind since she’d told him he could do this. It worked!
He sat for a moment basking in his success.
“You know, if you really, like, wanted to, you could kiss me,” she interrupted.
Should he kiss her, he wondered? He thought he’d impress her with one of Shakespeare’s sonnets he’d read just this afternoon in English class.
“Um, OK,” he said.
He reached over, and slowly planted his lips on hers. It was wondrous, and he imagined what her steamy, hot lips would feel like locked with his.
Bzzzzzz Bzzzzz Bzzz “Warning! Warning! Virus detected.”
“Jeremy! Is that your corona virus detector going off? What are you doing now? Are you virtual dating that floosy in Seattle you’ve been babbling about all week? Will you quick put on your McAfee lip gloss before you get infected and spread it everywhere? Jeremy!”
“Aw Mom,” he groaned as he took off his VR headset.
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