Six-Word Sci-Fi: Write About Love in the Time of Coronavirus

SO I MARRIED THE DELIVERY MAN.

—Hamish Hamish via Facebook


Honorable Mentions:

Love is sacrificing the last ply. —Kristos Samaras via Facebook

There is an “us” in “virus.” —Zachy Allec via Facebook

Feverish desire raged beneath the N95. —@seekingfelicity via Instagram

You can sneeze in my elbow. —@ralfchardon via Instagram

Our eyes locked in Zoom yoga. —@jabberwockies via Instagram

Slowly, window and I became friends. —@jo.onthe.go via Instagram

“Don’t kiss me,” he whispered gently. —@anna_rchist via Instagram

The clothes came off; masks remained. —@_v.sh via Instagram

Casual gets serious way too fast. —@kristinafmiller via Instagram


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