#WritcoStoryChallenge
#CoronaVirus
Social isolation had forced an eerie silence upon them. While fear haunted their existence, one question was at the forefront.
When was this going to end? Hours turned to days, days bore weeks and even before they realised it, it were months on end, never differentiating day nor night. Awake when it feels right and sleep when worn out-from doing nothing! How could humanity come to a complete stand still? Was it even conceivable before? Wait, or did they just see it coming but were blind to it? Did we cause this? they would ask,but now too late to even blame, all anyone could do is believe in an end too far to be imagined. All they could do is realise that with each beginning must come an end, soon walking down a street won't be a crime. Soon isolation will be an artefact to be told to generations. A story with no end, Soon and very soon.