Chronicling the Days – Gregory McKenzie

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.

Please also join us on the QWF FB Community page, and let the authors know if their words resonated.

This piece is by Gregory McKenzie, writing on April 15, 2020.

Photo: Creative Commons

Nothing. That’s just about all I’ve got to do today. Nothing. Nada. Rien du tout.

Maybe stare at the brick wall outside the bedroom window. Look at the trees that peak out over the top of the building next door. If I’m lucky I might see a squirrel. Or a bird or two. Crows mostly. And if I’m really lucky I might glimpse a plane. Then I can wonder where it’s headed. Pass a little more time staring at the sky. Surely there’s no passengers. Nowhere to go. I guess for now there’s just packages where the passengers might have been… Packages heading somewhere where the people are stuck inside staring at their brick walls and the sky just like me.

To read the rest of the story, please support our community and check out Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic

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