Death of Hope

Death of Hope Hope was a beautiful girl, long ago, before she turned seventy when the pandemic hit and turned her into an ideal candidate for Covid's voracious appetite, living a solitary life in her assisted-living apartment, until one day, when the sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds and a mild wind blowing the ruffles of a bird on the tree, suddenly Hope was struck by the disease like a bolt of lightning, and she coughed and had chills and high temperature and, soon, muscle spasms and stomachache and nightmares, that seemed like a tragedy foretold, until her immune system was overpowered by the mighty army of virus, building fortresses in her lung and shooting volleys of pain that reduced her will to fight, eventually like a vanquished foe in the hands of a superior enemy that knew no mercy.