This piece was written for the 6 sentence story challenge with the prompt word of ‘Distance’
For Gerald, the plague represented a blessing from on high, rather than a sign of God’s punishment of a sinful, unrepentant world, as posited by some parishioners at his local church (at least the ones who weren’t positing that it was a hoax). He was in a state of bliss at not having to travel with crowds of BO-venting people on the bus and train to the office where he worked and not having to listen to his colleagues inane prattle about football, TV, children and social media. Annoyingly, he did have to acquire a laptop so he could ‘attend’ the odd virtual meeting but he counted that as a minor expense in the grand scheme of things that comprised the nirvana of isolation. Home-delivered groceries did away with the living hell of negotiating supermarkets, which in turn led him to the ever-expanding universe of on-line shopping and (ahem) certain other activities. As a nominal Christian, he felt a little guilty that he occasionally prayed for the plague to last forever, now that he had found Paradise on Earth, but he knew that some bright spark would ruin everything eventually by coming up with a vaccine. In the meantime, he reveled in what others reviled, namely, keeping his distance.