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Like a lot of people, I fear a whole mess of things, places, objects, and ideas. The one that seems most prevalent, as I begin to use cars as stepping stones to travel down the street,

is my fear of being alone. Like I said, I haven’t seen or heard anyone in two

weeks. Well, that’s not entirely true.

I did hear a few people, but that was more like five…

It’s been two weeks, or at least it should be, if I counted right. Two weeks and I haven’t moved much, except to use the restroom (which for me, is the corner of

the room that I don’t frequent). My “room”, if you call empty closets rooms, is

located, well, actually, I don’t know where it’s located. I was on my way to

the airport, with my family, when the van shook. Once, then twice, then it

flipped, rolling four times, if I counted right.\…

The infection hitting was one thing, but the infection hitting while you are in the middle of church with your father was a completely different ball game. Or at least that’s how Coleen felt. It struck like a

mallet on a gong for her as she sat silently bouncing her knee up and down in

one of the back pews, her father glancing over at her every now and again. She

was counting the minutes before she could leave and return home to hopefully

find an…

It was cold and the wind was blowing fiercely across the packed parking lot of the Danville’s YMCA. Many people with the aspiration to begin living healthier lives are scurrying

towards the main entrance located on the south side of the building. They are

all carrying bags filled with extra clothes, towels and other accessories

necessary as their legs cart them the short length…