(PHOTO PROMPT © Ulrika Undén )
Capitalism always finds its way irrespective of whether it finds itself in times of wealth or woes. These were the times of woes. The only memories were of masks. Masks knitted, stitched, woven, cut and regurgitated by machines working unceasingly, uncomplainingly and untiringly. The bloody things were even distinguishable by their nomenclature and price. N95 1860 for those who could afford and a rag tag for those who couldn’t.
One had to pay a price not just by contracting the novel virus, but also for trying not to contract it. But either way Big Pharma always rode the elevator – UP!
(Word Count: 100)
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6 comments
Yes, somewhat apt. 🙂
Unfortunately so.
Big Pharma has a lot of power these days, clever story.
A symptom of our times, as we drown in a sea of pills and capsules and syrups and injections. Nicely done.
You’re right, they’ll find a way to capitalize, no matter what. They probably own stock in the funeral homes that bury the ones who succumb to the virus as well.
Absolutely true!