Rewrite the Story

“Narrative, she wrote…”

It’s not very much fun going to the grocery store since the pandemic, is it?

I mean, wearing a mask of course, but rather, now, it’s like I can’t even mildly flirt with someone (even if I wanted to do so) — the shy smile, downward glance, quick aversion of eye contact — this is also because I tend to leave my prescription sunglasses on along with my mask — add a beret to the mix and I begin to feel like the iconic photo of Patty Hearst or something, you know?