The white thing was flowing in the wind . Coming nearer. It landet at my feet. I picked it up, Thinking it was a sign from the 🌌 Universe.
It was a mask. The kind builders use. When I got home I hanged it on a ladder I have for towels in my bathroom. So it started...

This should be the opening to my story about two years with Corona virus. This part is real. I think I'll write it as fiktion. Try to make an
e book. About a hundred pages. The prize should be twetythree cents or pennies. I would rather sell a million at that prize than one at twetythree dollars.

The next episode is: "Twentythree minuttes". Not to mention. It should come out in 2023🍾
© Lisa Harbinger