Chalia’s arms itched relentlessly, as she stood in the long, slow moving line, at least six feet apart from the man in front of her, watching his sweat drenched shirt grow wetter and wetter, Chalia sighed, wondering if her own sweat glands were causing a stench for others in the line.
Reaching back to scratch her upper back, Chalia gracefully turned her nose to check herself for any possible unwanted odor, all she could smell was roses and vanilla, the scent she applied after her cool morning shower, resting in assurance that she passed the test, she relaxed and crossed her arms, shifting her feet and waiting.
It won’t be much longer, she thought as she edged her way closer to the door, I will soon be in the arms of the one I love and we will be together forevermore, and with these thoughts a slight smile graced her face and her eyes moistened with tears of joy.
“What’s that you have in your hand?” Looking down, she wondered what the stranger behind her was referring to when, she realized that it was the mask she held onto for a brief, cooling moment before putting it back on; “That’s supposed to stay on your face, missy,” chided the stranger.
Shifting her feet in the line and approaching the door, Chalia had a thought of saying something back to the stranger, when she realized that it may be best to leave well enough alone, before meeting her beloved at the hospital to take him home, nothing would get in the way of her elation.
Taking no chances
she walked carefully
following the rules
letting her have time
to cherish the moments
for who knew how long
letting elation become
the most important part
of her life forevermore
…..
This is in response to the Living Poetry prompt and the Six Sentence Story prompt.
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Easy to imagine in my mind. Thanks.
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Sometimes you have to take the mask off to suck in a breath before putting it back on to breathe out. Yes, i can imagine the scene.
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Exactly!
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As if there weren’t enough challenges in day to day life. Welcome to a “new world”.
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Amen!
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the world becomes one of increasing (and not always chosen) layers; to retain our sense of our true self becomes increasingly critical
thought-provoking Six
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I wasn’t used to the new normal before, now the new new normal is well…just…ugh… good six. I see it in my mind…1000 words and all.
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Thank you! The new normal is, I am afraid, the normal we will be living for quite some time.
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That’s quite the image of a sweat-drenched shirt right in front of you. Makes me wonder if you have actually experienced this in real life.
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Probably in the garden many years ago.
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Brilliant. A tense, irritable, and clammy six – but full of hope for what waits at the end of certain lines.
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Timely Six sentences of six foot separations and all the rest…. Good one!
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Thank you!
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