This week, Ligo Haibun Challenge offers two writing prompts: the Monsoon or Haze. Guess which one I went with…
It seems hopeless. An entire city, dying slowly under an unwanted heavy miasmatic haze. Zoom in. Vagrant couple, aged beyond their years, breathes deep the inescapable poisonous vapor insidiously moving like a living entity. Funny how bad air feels it has all the privilege and rights to own air space. But look, over there. The couple shuffles slowly to the shelter. Overcrowded. Again. An underpaid staff rudely points to another site ten blocks over. Fatigue and very hungry, they continue moving like a couple of Galápagos turtles; worldly possessions carelessly heaped upon their back. It is a yellow hazy nightmare. The woman glances back feeling handcuffed helpless. Her lover struggles daily with his constant hacking, night sweats and fevers. She wonders if the next shelter has food and medicine. If they do, she plans to him slip him her food ration and stay vigilant while he sleeps peacefully by her side.
obscure lung predator exposed
cough with bloodstain phlegm