Tested Negative

I tested negative a few days ago, the virus has yet to find my ink to write another obituary. I hugged my family and invited friends for dinner, drinking, dancing and singing, making the old days return sooner, at least for a night. Children have no monopoly on childish thoughts. I imagined the virus disappear one day like a miracle, superstitious or not. Then as I was cooking a nice meal and thinking of walking my pesty dog round the bloc, got a call from a medic trying hard to pronounce my name correctly, with deep and since apology informed me of the error: my test was positive. I know what comes next, my step-sister will think the worst, accusing me of intentional homicide. But, I 'm not dead yet, it's not too late, to invite her a second time, to make sure we'll both die in the same hospital -- the heroic baton I cannot reward myself.