Prompt: Modern | Word Count: 85 words exactly | Genre: flash fiction
May 4, 2020
Our first winter away, we sit in our mid-century modern rental waiting out our confinement. Dad is hospitalized. The bright colors that had once seemed quirky and cheerful are a constant reminder that we are trapped away, unable to get home. We substitute long walks on the closed golf course, stand in long lines for groceries, feeling unconnected to this borrowed community. So we venture out, asking how to assist, the reply is a terse and pointed, “Go home Snowbird!” If only we could.
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