By Teodora Vamvu
Walking unsteadily, I catch my reflection in the garish lights of the drugstore: eyes engulfed in hyperpigmentation, lids droopy, under-eye bags as prominent as my once full cheeks.
Since the Sleep Virus hit, the Government enforced no more than 15 minutes of rest a day. Any longer and we’d never wake.
Now, people trudge purposelessly; a D-list cast for a B-list zombie flick. I reach for the last tube of concealer as another hand grabs it. She’s young but looks old. I’m older but look dead.
She lowers her neckline: bruises, some new, some not.
I let go; walk back purposelessly.
Fabulously dystopian and deeply human. It’s got hooks like a trawler.
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Engrossing yet simultaneously disturbing… great story.
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Creepy is a very cool way. Love it.
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Nice story. Creepy though
Thank you so much 🙂 yeah, considering the current situation in the world for the past almost 3 years… it’s indeed a little bit frightening.
Brilliant. Maybe occurring in a parallel universe more similar to our own than we’d like to think…
Yeah, it’s kind of spooky, even to me 🙂 Thank you for your comment!