THE RING


She heard the ring of a message come in—all turned towards the sound, including her three teenage children and her crippled husband. He lay on the makeshift bed away from the leaking roof.

Was this gloom or further doom? She had already lost her job—her employer told her it was dangerous for all if she ventured out to work. The virus raged uncontrolled. Monsters are around, she thought, but the monster in her mind was even greater. Her eyes were blurred with tears as she approached the common smartphone of the family. When she read the message, the monsters disintegrated like crushed glass, and her tears, now flowing down, washed those virtual glass pieces away!

Her salary was deposited by her employer, even though she could not go to work!

Crystal David John

Copyright ©2020 Crystal David John

Comments

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this short story. Encourage a writer by being the first to comment.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace