The reports trickled in slowly. First, it was whispers between strangers on the bus. Then it was all friends could talk about over their evening cocktails. It was stealthy in the way it took over our lives until you couldn’t turn on a TV or log into Facebook without hearing the latest news. The disease swept our country until almost no one was unaffected.

It was a disease that had plagued humans for as long as we can remember. It has come and gone throughout history. It has killed billions. There is no cure. Life-long friends turn on each other. It has divided families.

“Mommy?”

“Yeah, sweetie?” I reply distractedly as yet another report comes on.

“I’m scared.”

Published by Lauren Klitzke

Lauren Klitzke is a poet and storyteller.

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