Mourning Them All
I’ve never had a blank page stare at me before today. It’s been a few minutes since I titled this and sat down to write a threnody to those who’ve died because of the Coronavirus. I can hear my mother shouting at my brother for playing with his cricket bat—a feat that on another day would’ve had her filming the game on her mobile phone. I can’t hear my grandmother from inside my room but that’s because she is quiet except for the occasional quivering breath she exhales. She is usually quiet, it’s nothing new. But today her eyes are watering My father is working on his laptop, constantly...