AGirlFromSF

The Girl with the Locket

The smell of burning sage surrounds the room, I feel the tightening in my chest. I reach for the remote to turn off the news. There’s more deaths from the virus, the threats of safety are too deepl. We live in a state where we can no longer see each other, it’s safer to be home to diminish the spread. My worst fear has happened, I’m alone.