“Maybe the crescent moon is a hopeful sign,” she said to him.

They were sitting on their porch looking off at the crescent moon hanging above the treetops. The quiet of their neighborhood permeated her thoughts. It had been like this most of the time since the pandemic started. Even though the homes were an acre apart, people were afraid of the deadly virus and stayed inside. One in a while, the children came out to play and she welcomed the noise they made.

“It’s been like this for months,” he replied. “When will life ever be normal again or will it?”

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