A Simple Monologue Essay About Life Changes Due To Unseen Microscopic Forces

During the month when the thirteenth was scheduled to be on a Friday for the first time in the new decade, I sat inside an English pub watching the afternoon sporting match and enjoying lamb swimming stew fully, waiting for sacrifice. Outside this innocent luncheon break, an invisible horror beast brewed, touting major deadly results comparing itself to a setting asking, ‘if a world leader pressed a simple button putting into play a weapon that could not be taken back, what would happen?’.

Global warning and preparation combatted the destructive pandemic, reminding myself about a simple historical timeline occurrence placed in between health care bookends entitled ‘polio’ and ‘legionnaires’. Carrying the ‘German Measles’ name, this microscopic psychopath was believed to flow through a future pregnant mother's internal organs seeking terrorism as its impossible mission. Hunting down one single victim intent on assassinating a resting peacefully growing body, feeding and developing into a person. God’s loving blessed kindness wished the infant to be born with two arms, two legs, ten fingers and ten toes. Adding a brain needing education, granting the child a free mind with the hopes, all physical capability generating a worthy individual.

But this dark biological demon lurking mischievously who they reported years later changed its stage calling to ‘Rubella’ wanting the innocent youth crucified, for a crime they did not commit. How much destruction would the evil get away with performing the dastardly deeds, floating around planning an attack. Murder? Bodily harm? Or the thrill leaving behind a torturous lifestyle begging for spiritual guidance creating merciful prayers assuring through committed faith ‘life after death truly was heavenly’.

Every night a war or police action, no one was able to come to any agreement on what the jungle conflict which drove us to a distrusting insanity based on conspiracy theories should be defined. Instead, heavy machine gunfire and agent orange dust spewing from helicopters created havoc and mortality. All due to a simple civil war between another culture and our superpower belief we were the best.

As they finished kicking things around on the television, I paid my bill using cash, then picked up two canes, simple wooden aides utilized due to the unseen womb battle. I left the Las Vegas watering hole for the final time completing a seventeen-year author residency abruptly terminated and aborted.

Fifty or more years ago, a health care issue like this disappeared under the carpet, swept there by civil rights protests and peace marches. Today the much-monitored event counted the dead like it was Vietnam statistics offering simple ways to defend our daily existence. Wear a surgical mask, get the vaccine jab, stay at home and watch streaming entertainment.

When Friday the 13th arrived, I spent the day self-evacuating from the sinful city, not saying any goodbyes, thinking everything was a simple disruption, harassing the spring. Only problem my archrival, antagonist or nemesis from the past which took away joyful youthful recreational enjoyment, returned like a long-awaited sequel featuring Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers. Did I ever get this Covid 19? No. Did I firsthand see this Coronavirus? No. Did I listen to the information the government spoke? Yes.

Am I in a better place?

I hear my former home soon will have respectable sports franchises and host the ‘big game’ headlined as the ‘Super Bowl’. These simple winning and losing competitions sometimes seem small and disposable until later escalating into major events after creative promotion. I guess that holds true for that virus that happened worldwide, starting off as a simple mistake then released gaining momentum destroying whoever dared challenged its path. Taking away simple pleasures including friends, family, graduations, proms and social interactions.

Yet, in a single department the miserable situation failed; unlike launching nuclear hardware this disease did not wipe out civilization. Maybe that is the plot for the next plague series franchise installment.