Ginny

It was the first day of the fifth week that the sirens rang to signal soft lockdown. Through the pallid haze outside my front windows, the sidewalks and motorways were as barren as the air itself. Veins of smog whipped in the wind like streaks of gray oil, racing through alleys and twirling skywards. It could have been beautiful. In the nude I crunched through cat litter crystals to my bedroom, which faced an old folks’ home and a smattering of windows above a dingy alley. Ou