Sunlight

                                                                                                                                                                                             

By Delia De Santis

On the day and the hour, I turn on the computer and open my inbox. I see the email I am looking for and click on the Zoom link. The host admits me right away. All goes smoothly until I focus on the screen and see the faces in the gallery. Every square is taken up by people I knew, the faces of all my dead relatives. My shaking fingers hovered over the keyboard. Where is the Off button where? I can’t find it. Terrified, I pound the keyboard wildly as the rising voices of my beloved departed ones beg me to stop. When I hear their voices turn to moans, I pound harder until the dream suddenly goes away. My body is frozen, and gripping my blanket tightly, I remain awake until my room is flooded with sunlight.

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