• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 04

Touchscreen

I try not to text, but the urge is overwhelming. I’m not in the mood to talk and writing on a small screen to my friends and family is what I’ve become accustomed to.

Alone in quarantine because of Covid-19 is driving me mad. My fingers touching the screen, is my sanity.

The brush against my scalp should calm me, but I can’t relax until my words are done.

I type the last sentence and hit send.

My fingers begin again.

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