Last week was all about confinement, this week you and your imagination can break free and ESCAPE.
As we are all living social isolation, stay at home and or whatever else they call it where you live we must by now be dreaming of escaping the confines we find ourselves in.
This week write your escape story, be it a holiday escape, going somewhere away from where you find yourself at present, be in within or without.
It was here.
Four deaths less than two miles away, an elderly couple whose family had paid them a visit and their neighbours, all of which had come together to celebrate a golden wedding.
A sleepy village, nothing much to do except while away those twilight years.
Already they were counting the days, trying to ascertain their movements those first five days afterwards, where they had gone, who they had seen, who they had embraced.
People were struck down regardless of age. Wealth and community status was immaterial.
It was here. After months of careful planning, self protection and avoiding friends, it was amongst them.
The first thought was to run, but where? And who knows where else could be infected by such action?
There was no escape. It was just a waiting game, and maybe, just maybe, death would pass their door and move on.