Fiction
Flying Saucers and Sad Songs
The Quarantine Diaries, Part Three
This is part of a series of short stories. To read them all, head here.
When the virus put the city into lockdown, I got hit in the back of the head by a flying CD case. I don’t know where it came from, but it hurt. I suppose I could have been more careful, but who expects a CD to come hurtling through the sky, you know?
I was on my way to the local coffee shop when it happened. I just wanted to pick up some coffee beans, head home, and make a cup of coffee. I didn’t plan to stay out long. We were in the middle of a pandemic, after all. I just never expected to turn up at the coffee shop with a swollen head, either.
“What happened to you?” my friend said.
“Would you believe I got hit in the head by a flying CD?”
My friend looked behind me as a CD case came crashing to the ground. It shattered on the pavement, and we watched as a lone CD rolled off into the distance.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I would.”
I got my coffee beans but decided to wait at the coffee shop for a while. At least until the rain stopped.
My friend said the CDs came every morning. He said they were probably getting launched from…
