The yellow flames swirled around the blackening embers. They intertwined as they engulfed the coal completely. Fred’s eyes were fixed on the dancing flames as he mused, sipping his tea in his armchair. After Salim’s death that night, he had known the story was not over. He had anticipated consequences. He had warned the others. Then the first note came some days later. It was followed by another. Then another. In the month after Salim’s death five notes altogether had been posted to them. Fred had waited for the impending knock on the door from the police.
A lesser form of quarantine is my normal therefore, while my last pre-quarantine picture looks much like everyone else’s my circumstances are vastly different from most. I have a physical disability known as Cerebral Palsy that thankfully, does not affect my intellect or my ability to live independently . However, it does compromise my immune system and my mobility so that I use an electric wheelchair. Also for six and half years now I have been battling a rare form of Leukemia known as Chronic Lymphatic Leukemia, a blood cancer that typically affects men in their late 60s early seventies. Being a female patient far from my 60s, who is in a wheelchair makes me a bit unique in the CLL cancer community so I have had to live very cautiously with regards to social interactions long before corona came to town.