Welcome to QWF series ‘Chronicling the Days’, specifically for this strange uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story – of a single day at this time, because while we’re all living through this time, we know that we’re not all living through it in the same way. To stay connected – to know how we’re getting on. Every story valid.
Submissions have now closed for the series but we’ll be continuing to publish the pieces throughout May. Keep an eye for them here, or join us on the QWF FB Community page, and let the authors know if their words resonated.
This piece is by Louise Hinton, writing in April 2020.
What day is it?
Enough sleep, car gone
Rainbows, a cup of tea, the ticking clock
Blueberry pancakes, pretending it’s the weekend
Working from home while daughter’s still asleep
Office banter on Teams, cold sunshine across the desk
Mommy, where’s the glue gun?
Ping! A Messenger message from my brother in isolation
Ping! A Teams message from the coordinator:
Can you translate this by 3 p.m.?
Ping! No, srsly, 3:00 at the absolute latest
Mommy, I can’t find the xacto knife
Hey Mom, can you hold this while I paint the back? No! Don’t put it down until it dries.
That’s enough screen time. Why are you watching YouTube? Why?
Well I was making magic potion but I spilled the dye
Is it still Monday?
Mommy, I’m bored.
Clean the litter box and sweep the floor
Bored people will be assigned a chore
Wipe up that paint. Is that glue on the door?
Is that a snowflake?
Fluttering laundry on the optimistic clothesline casts shadows on the sleeping garden.
Ping! This job is more urgent! I need it by 4!
Ping! Ping! Ping!
Vibrate. Did you get my text? Cancel that first translation. We don’t need it anymore.
She imitates her teacher dancing
We giggle madly
Mommy, this was the best moment of the coronavirus vacation.
Sweetheart home safe from essential services work
Writing in my rocking chair
Tea in a fine clay pot
A secret: I love being home with my family.
A sigh released from the channel of sighs, where all the weariness goes.