When the virus came to Spain, it gathered momentum quickly. The fear. Death is hanging over us, always, but it is here even closer, disrupting our usual distractions. Fear and more fear. Did you touch it? Do I bleach it? How do we boost our immune systems when we are not allowed out for a walk/ exercise? But then there are the miracles. This skull. This body. This life. It is amazing, with all the fears, hopes, joys, sadness, stress, love. It is a miracle to be alive.

Here is a microfiction, about the miracle of life, and also skulls, from my novel Never Mind the Beasts, forthcoming from Dostoyevsky Wannabe in May 2020. It is called “Skull.”

“Skull” by Marcus Slease