Written for: Go Dog Go Café – Tuesday Prompt: Write a piece of prose around the question: What does a return to “normal” look like for you?
You run into a friend. The impulse to hug will no
longer seem a natural shown of affection. Even on
New York City streets, people will panic if
their personal space is compromised. Old strips
of colored tape, ripped and trod upon will remain
as reminder. Hesitation of doing all activities
we did before will run through our veins, choking
us like a knotting vine. A world will return,
but it will not be familiar.
