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Visualizing an apocalypse

Visualizing an apocalypse

The positivity rate has rapidly increased as the infection has torn through the country at breakneck speed. There is a huge influx of patients in already full hospitals each day. The rush for beds, for oxygen, for medicines, for food and more has only intensified as people grapple for survival. And then there are so many who don’t make it to a hospital. Some isolate and survive at home while others die before they get that life saving injection or supplemental oxygen. They leave behind grieving families. And in the end, they just end up as a statistic amongst the numerous funeral pyres burning across the city and the country.

It was just the start

of summer but the clouds of

doom came together

Note: It’s gut wrenching to see so many people in India (my home) suffer through this brutal coronavirus wave. Having already lost loved ones, I hope and pray that we all get the courage and strength to get through this.

Linking to dVerse Challenge: Haibun Monday – The Present Moment 

This post is part of the Blogchatter A2z Challenge

Precursor to the future

Precursor to the future

“Is this the end of the world as we know it?”

“Why do you say so?”

“Look at the way the pandemic is raging. There are thousands dying everyday as the health facilities have been overwhelmed.”

“While I can understand where you are coming from, I am sure humanity will rise again as it always has from different tragedies across the centuries. We humans are a resolute lot. We don’t accept defeat easily.”

“I am not conceding defeat. But I just feel that this pandemic is like karma for all our actions especially the years of torture our planet has borne due to our actions ranging from deforestation to pollution of all kinds. Following years of adverse weather events, this pandemic seems like the precursor to the future.

It’s like a red moon has been riding on the humps of the low river hills.”

“a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills” is from Carl Sandberg’s Jazz Fantasia

Linking to dVerse Prosery Monday

100 word fiction: The locked gates

100 word fiction: The locked gates

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

The world watched in horror as the number of bodies piled up and the hospitals began reaching their peak capacity. Though he did vacillate between staying put or going back to his family, he finally decided the latter.

As was customary by now, he had to quarantine himself at home for a period of two weeks. While it did initially feel quite ridiculous to not even be able to hug his own family, he knew that it was only a matter of time.

Meanwhile, the gates were kept locked and any orders were picked up when no one was around.

Written for the photo prompt and you can read the other entries here.

Linking to Ragtag Daily Prompt: Horror, Fandango One Word Challenge: Vacillate, Your Daily Word Prompt: Ridiculous

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