Random touch

by Brenda Saunders

An unseen evil is living well among us. Each random touch you make could be fatal, a series of little deaths, waiting. Once your lips sang, laughed, smiled freely. You remember that last kiss with a stranger. Could it be your final mistake? Each time you yawn, sigh or speak your mouth sends a million microbes flying. Airborne, invisible, they drift to friends and family are shared, breathed in. Some land on an innocent passer-by. Nimble and quick, they live at your fingertips. Have the last say. The unseen enemy racing across the world.




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