This is how four writers pass the time (and stay connected) during their isolation. We realize we’ve slipped a bit from stories into conversation in 6-word increments; we’re giving ourselves grace given the circumstance. Join us by adding your 6-word stories in the comments.
Tear salt stubbornly sticks to glasses.
Losing some momentum on meal planning.
Appetizers tonight: potato chips and crackers.
Don’t cry for me (in) quarantina!
SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS. SCOTUS.
My attitude towards leftovers completely changed.
A watched fiddlehead doesn’t pop, apparently.
Family calendar only notes recycling pick-up.
38 steps from computer to refrigerator.
Insomnia treatment: swipe to lose consciousness.
Worry: who will nurse her son?
Pause. How do we hit ‘restart’?
Think I’ll make a cheese soufflé.
Exercise, diet apparently offer no protection.
Minecraft world: she’s built five houses.
Obama speaks. Weeping, we dare hope.
Cutting up pancakes for Bodhi. Worried?
Zoom jewelry: RBG earrings, Warren pin.