"I have no reason to wear a beautiful dress. None." came the mournful whimper.
The world weary woman was drinking heavily and she was not alone In fact, the existence of this crowded outdoor drinking hole seemed to be diametrically opposed to the fact that there was a Covid 19 pandemic. Drug use and alcohol abuse was up, endemically, and she was participating in the tendency, slobbering her ideas, and unknowingly, the virus, from one end of the table to the other.
Tears were streaming down her face but because of the pandemic’s demand for mask wearing in public, there was no make-up to be ruined, so that was something. She was certainly wearing no mask now, nor were the others, because there was a rule that if she was outside, or sitting down, she didn’t have to wear one.
"I have no reason to wear a beautiful dress. None."
And as she spoke, she draped herself over the others at the bar. She trusted that her Drunkeness protected her and the others at the bar, and the virus smiled at the opportunity to grow. It would grow stronger and reach farther than any of the other COVIDs would. And this time, it had the idea of a dress to thank.
