Off to War
Pull on the gloves. Zip up the jacket. Wipe down the handles. I’m off to war.
2 min readMar 30, 2020
Seven months pregnant with twins, and this grocery store has become my battlefield. A place where an invisible enemy lurks on every surface, inside any throat. All bodies before me must be looked at with suspicion; I have no comrades; it’s every man for himself.
