Tomorrow's Vig

Helping Hand

An origami of an N95 Covid mask.

Eli buckled, grabbed his throat and grimaced at the pain of what felt like an army of ants invading his lungs, gnawing at every air sac they could find. He retched into his stained handkerchief, covering it with sputum. When the fit passed, he slid it into his back pocket and simultaneously retrieved his phone. […]