We don’t know who will be “It” next. No one screams, freezes, then pivots.

Paramedics ushered Mr. Steensaver out in his bathrobe last night, Greta from two doors over today.

Pushing the elevator button could be our downfall. Meeting the FedEx man. How to become invisible from an invisible enemy?

Shoshauna Shy relies on stories and poetry to get through the pandemic. More of her work can be found online at Literary Orphans, 100WordStory, Fiction Southeast, Brilliant Flash Fiction, and lots of other places.