A Pandemic Story - Add your bit

on, but seriously, she really didn't care as she wasn't about to go into production for an eel fragrance, I mean, how could she possibly market it? She returned her attention to the tv and decided she didn't want to watch Ricardo and the Bachelor, so she flipped through the channels and found North Woods Law, one of her favourite shows. Scenes of snowmobilers racing down private property, being nabbed by McCabe was right ...

up her alley, but the show seemed so very realistic. Too realistic.

It wasn't until a few moments had gone by that she realized it wasn't the TV, and she really was hearing pounding...

and as she pondered what could possibly be 'too realistic' in a reality show, she heaved her body off the sofa and made her way to the front door. Opening it, she didn't see anyone. Strange. Well, maybe it was the back door. She tipsily navigated the furniture and pulled apart those annoying curtains that were adhered top and bottom and peered out the dirty (time for a spritz and a wipe) door window. There...

was Ann Margaret!!!!!! Her shoulders drooped and she shook her head and looked out again................NOOOOO, it wasn't Ann Margaret, it was Charles de Gaulle with Margaret Thatcher....her knees buckled and she slid heavily to the floor (THUD), she started to talk to herself......'this can't be right, can it?' 'haven't they both been gone for years? Her head was throbbing and an icy grip held here throat ..................Eureka, she exclaimed, they must be here to talk to me about BREXIT!!!!! No, that can't be it, it has to be something else, maybe it was the wine or the fumes from that rot-gut Jaegermeister bottle. Tears were beginning to

form in the corners of her eyes ... she was so confused. She only had a good portion of that bottle, but that wasn't unusual. Maybe... hmmm... was there something else in there? She was not normally this bat-**** crazy. While on the floor, she noticed ...

the door knob was turning on its own. Who was it, WHAT was it... Oh Dear God, was it one of those INCELS from A2K? Then she snickered and it grew into hearty cackle a huge din ensued because all the other members couldn't stop from joining in. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, the INCELS hohohohohohoahahahahahahaha, Oh help me, I'm going to bust a gut hahahahahahhahhaahaha Abruptly the doorknob became still and she could hear the dainty footfalls running away between her guffaws ......

Certain it was Limp N (or it could have be L__gJ), Christine crawled over to her phone to confront him but amid the empty wine and Jaeg bottles, all the dust balls, and empty ice cream tubs, she slithered instead into the ...

deep, dark abyss of her bed, fully endowed with the requisite 10 pillows. She sighed as she sunk into the lavender one and wished...

she had planned that European vacation, she wanted to visit France and Belgium or was it Belgium and France.........oh crap, her head almost exploded. Then she remembered they spoke French in Belgium and she could just borrow an English to French dictionary. Suddenly she realized her thoughts were so pedestrian she should never have thought those thoughts. She was smarter than that, right? she asked herself. Then herself came out of that indecisive fog and said.....

"Actually, they speak Flemish in Belgium and are mightily offended if you aren't aware of that", she remembered. "And", she recalled, "Google Translate is your best friend." But, anyway, she couldn't go anywhere except maybe to another state due to Covid. But where... and what to do with her dogs? Are there hotels that accept animals, she wondered. Just then, the phone...