It is a call they’ve been dreading.
His wife’s hands shake as she fumbles with her phone, trying to use FaceTime, her vision blurry with tears.
He sits silently beside her.
While she sobs, he remembers.
These crooked paths. 1/
There’s only so much a man can take. Everything seems uncertain, and everything seems unfair.
Every decision to reopen and then rollback hits him in his gut. This sense that nobody knows what they’re doing.
Enough.
He’s going out. 2/
“Just a drive. I gotta get outta here for a bit.”
She asks him to wear his mask, and he says something gruffly under his breath as he leaves.
His car comes to life with a roar, and he accelerates out of the driveway and into the night. 3/
He lowers his windows and turns up the music. Life is a highway.
The wind ruffles his hair.
Freedom.
He smiles, and breathes in deeply. No quarantine here. No masks. No contradictions.
On a whim, he decides to stop at a diner. 4/
Well, tonight, he’s in the mood for a milkshake and some fries, and that’s what he’s going to get.
He parks his car and gets out.
He leaves his mask. 5/
But it’s what the mask symbolizes to him now. This unending saga that’s cost him his job, his freedom.
Besides, nobody at this diner is masked up. 6/
As if the pressing together of humanity is one giant rebuke to this moment, this monster.
He sits down and orders his food.
It arrives, and it is delicious. 7/
The moment that will change his life forever happens so innocuously that he doesn’t even realize it at first.
In the years ahead, this is the moment he will revisit repeatedly.
Someone nearby coughs. 8/
His mom, however, is still awake and watching TV in the living room.
She’s been living with them since dad died last year.
“Goodnight mom.”
“G’night.” 9/
He’s lost in the woods. Darkness and shadows surround him.
The path ahead should be clear, but it isn’t. It’s crooked, and leads him in circles.
He can’t sleep. 10/
His wife has already gone to work. She is an essential worker. Doubly essential now that he’s been laid off.
He groans and sits up, rubbing his temples.
He can hear his mom in the kitchen. 11/
A chill runs through him.
A gnawing realization.
“Mom?”
She calls back from the kitchen, “Yes?”
“Do you have dad’s old thermometer?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Nothing, just wanna check something.” 12/
His mom has already felt his forehead with the back of her hand, and says he feels fine to her.
As he waits, she starts telling one of her rambling stories.
For once, he listens. 13/
She smiles. 14/
100.9.
No way.
He looks at his mom. Her frail frame, her wispy white hair, the way her back bows into thin shoulders.
Oh no. 15/
There are some moments in your life that get burned into your psyche with such terrible clarity.
When he’s diagnosed with COVID-19 it barely registers in his brain.
It’s his mom testing positive later that crushes him. 16/
She asks him about his mask, and he lies and says he’s always worn it.
He doesn’t tell her about the diner. He can’t.
His mom is hospitalized a week later.
He can’t visit her. Nobody can. 17/
It is a call they’ve been dreading.
His wife’s hands shake as she fumbles with her phone, trying to use FaceTime, her vision blurry with tears.
He sits silently beside her.
While she sobs, he remembers.
Those crooked paths.
