The attic

Sunday: the streets are quiet in the morning. The people have evaporated. Earth has coughed off its toxic human virus.

Porridge pancakes, an outing to buy a newspaper and air the tots, two hours in the attic shifting boxes.

Just another weekend day of minimal mental metabolism.

 

Gingerly she climbs

into a thrilling new space

the attic

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