“A virus,” they said. “Voluntary quarantine,” they suggested. Ooze, I became. Daily functions relegated only to survival. Eat, feed children, do laundry, sleep, repeat. All under the same roof, all by the same ooze. “School is closed for the rest of the year,” they said. “Remote learning,” they suggested. Oozier, I became. Eat, feed children,Continue reading “Mudskipper by Odalys Quevedo”