From today (16th December) a few places here in the UK are transitioning into higher tier restrictions. There are mixed emotions, some relieved to have clearer boundaries applied and others frustrated at yet more restrictions.
Right back at the start of the year when no one really knew what was about to come or how COVID would escalated globally. So today’s advent post is going sharing a clip from the fiction where the housemates are right at the start, the first few things are starting to be cancelled and there are varied reactions.
Let me know what you think below!
“CASSIE.”
Sig leapt around Aron on the balls of his feet and hollered up the stairs. Until a response bounded down the stairs to the backing of Cassie’s hair dryer, he stayed protected behind the wall.
“What?”
“Aron’s here.”
The hair dryer stopped and a small thud protruded through the ceiling. Her athletic frame glided down the steps in a haze of flowery perfume and cosmetic powder.
“Hey Aron, we’re going out.”
“Out-out.”
Florence cut in with a helpful clarification. A clarification Aron ignored and did nothing to acknowledge.
“And here?”
Cassie waved her hand theatrically across the room.
“Here, we are hosting pres!”
“And snacks.”
Florence grabbed a fistful of vegetable crisps and packed them in her mouth. The hunger had hit all of them in one large presence and they’d agreed to a group trip to buy resources in the form of semi healthy snacks and alcohol.
“I hadn’t heard.”
“All last minute.”
Aron’s eyes scanned from Cassie to her two guests.
“Is this because your exam is cancelled?”
“Exactly.”
“Will your rugby friends be out?”
Aron’s eyes flicked to Florence and back to Cassie. His silent acknowledgement of her comment was apparently worse than completely ignoring her, as she abruptly retreated into the kitchen under the pretense of more snacks.
“You do realise why your exams are cancelled right?”
Cassie patted her glossed lips as the sudden realisation of the direction of the conversation dawned on her.
“Hmm, yes Aron.”
“So having people, lots of people, here and then going to sweaty nightclubs was the best thing you could come up with?”
“Relax Aron, you don’t have to come.”
“I’m not.”
“I thought you’d like to.”
“Why would I?”
“Because you’re always out.”
Aron stared at her as his anger bubbled somewhere out of sight. A few quick breaths and one deep swallow later, Aron picked up his bag again and departed the room. As one foot crossed over his bedroom threshold, Aron felt the rise of an oncoming urge to vent and pivoted up the stairs, his bag sung heavily around the back of his door.
“Joan?”
The room beyond the closed door was quiet and the hollow knock went unanswered.
“Joan?”
Thank you for tuning in today’s advent post and reading a little of the Lockdown fiction.
PacificallyMe 