Sunday Whirl Wordle #453

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It had all started with a single fly, its bite so venomous, it would singe the skin, oozing pus and blood which became highly contagious.
In a few weeks, the virus had spread and the death count rapidly rising.
No-one was safe and there was nowhere to hide.
In a few months, food was in short supply and prices for what was available had rocketed. Eventually there was nothing left to sell as produce rotted on the shelves due to greed and the want of making a fast buck which backfired when deliveries stopped.
It was a stroke of luck not to be affected one way or the other, and if the disease didn’t get you, it was likely either circumstances or starvation would.
The authorities were confused and contradicted each other, there was no order and small towns took matters into their own hands.
People only went out at night, each time donning a mask and gloves. This was not only to protect them from the virus, but also to protect their identity as their activities were not always legitimate. Vigilante groups were in abundance.
Doors had a double lock on them now, though no-one was likely to call or visit unless they were up to no good. The old and vulnerable were told to stay in their homes, but even there they were not safe. Many kept weapons constantly by their side, having little to lose should they get the upper hand over an intruder as law enforcement had crumbled and it was everyone for themselves.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Sunday Whirl Wordle #453

  1. That would be a stark reality! Great take on the prompt, Di.

  2. oldegg says:

    Some countries have coped well with our currect crisis and others failed dismally. Sadly some countries think of their citizens to protect them but others are more concerned in getting back to normal quickly so profits remain high. As Shweta says it is stark reality!

    • It is indeed. All scary and things will never be as they were. The money men are pushing here. Our town will suffer terribly as it relies on the holiday trade. Everywhere is closed so there’s nothing for anyone to do, yet we still have some visitors from out of town with their caravans.
      Keep safe and well.

  3. Sounds somewhat familiar…..

  4. Carol Anne says:

    awesome post Di! I loved this one. xoxo

  5. This was positively scary and surreal. Loved it!

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