My Prison

with COVID as my jailer

Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash

The sunlight streamed into the kitchen from the window above the sink. A large red wine bottle glowed colors of green as light pierced through its colored body. Sometimes the light struck just right and the dust particles that coated the wine bottle made the bottle seem lonely. No one stayed in the house for months and years at a time, except when its owners came back for a quick visit. It was their home…

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