Quarantine Tales: The Barefaced Woman

Updated: Feb 4

The neighborhood boys busied themselves with faux yardwork. Even some of the girls came to watch. Younger siblings, too young to understand the interestedness by which their older selves were enraptured, played merrily beside their elders. A boy pretending to water the bushes accidentally sprayed himself in the face. “By god!” he said between droplets of water. He wiped at his eyes, glanced around mischievously, and lifted the black mask that covered his nose and mouth, to wipe away the water. Young bachelors looked sidelong and hoped their true aim was not discovered. When the throng, all within the safety of their own individual yards, was at its apex, the door opened.

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