In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit https://www.guernicaeditions.com/title/9781771836579.
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This piece is by Morgan Cohen, writing in April 2020.
I stumble off the pebbled path. Avoiding the mud, I climb onto a large rock, my rustic Blundstones squeak and press into my shins. As I step up to get a closer look at her curious and fearful eyes, she hastily retreats backwards. Turning my head, I glance back at the herd for some encouragement ? Validation ? I am befuddled as they immediately avert their gaze. I sigh, understanding distrust. I lean my whole body against the wooden fence, stretching my arms out, laying them limp along the uneven surface.
To read the rest of the story, please support our community and check out Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic