HOMECOMING
They landed at midnight to avoid the protestors,
simply glad to have arrived. Guards took them to an anonymous building where
they were stripped and examined for any signs of the plague, then after
scalding disinfectant showers they were given flimsy paper gowns.
“Where are my own clothes?” Lee asked.
The answer was curt. “Burnt.”
Herded through the eerily empty terminal like lambs
being driven to slaughter, Lee was grateful no-one was around to witness their humiliation.
Then they stepped off the escalator into a dull roar of
sound, and behind a glass wall a hundred flashbulbs popped.
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The UK citizens who arrived from Wuhan this week were treated less harshly than this, merely being put into quarantine for a fortnight. They all signed their agreement to this step before they flew, and are being provided with every comfort, yet still some are complaining already! Two weeks is nothing compared with the nightmare that people are living in China right now.
Ted Strutz's photo is puzzling, and I wonder if my story is anywhere near the truth? To read what other writers made of it, follow the frog link from Rochelle's blog. https://rochellewisoff.com/
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For anyone who missed my contribution to Friday Fictioneers last week, my excuse is that I was helping my 95 year old Mum to pack and move into a care home near me. She is making friends there already, and I have been in to see her several times. Joining in with the occupational therapist's chair exercise routines quite wore me out!!
