flash fiction
January 16, 2021

Shelter Fever

From the moment the infection broke out I locked myself up. I bolted the door, taped shut my windows, and covered all ventilation grills.

I haven’t left my apartment in 34 months and a handful of days. A year ago they said the virus was gone, but I don’t believe that. Why would they keep sending airships to spray the streets with pesticides otherwise?

I have a home 3D printer that I use to provide myself with all my necessities. I print out my food, clothes, toilet paper… you name it. I can provide for myself perfectly without leaving my apartment.

I refuse to go anywhere. I fear they might be tempering with the water supply, but that’s a risk I have to take.

My family is scared for me. They say the virus is long gone. They even came knocking on my door a few times. Of course I refuse to open. The cops came a few times to check on me as well. I wouldn’t let them in either.

They claimed there has been no infection in the city for months now. The most likely is that they all have been infected and I am the only healthy person left in all of the city. Maybe the only healthy one in the whole country. Maybe in the whole planet!

They insist I shouldn’t be by myself, that I’ve been locked down for too long, and that it is unhealthy.

But I watch the news. The world is going mad. Have you seen the pundits, the scientist, the vloggers, the influencers? They are all sick and trying to deny it.

And they have the nerve to say I have shelter fever.

They say I’ve lost touch with reality when I am the only one who can see what’s going on.

There is no such thing as shelter fever.

If anything call it reality fever.

January 16, 2021 · #ToF · #Fiction · #Flash Fiction


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