‘Are we going to die, Mummy?’
Sandra pursed her lips. ‘Eventually, yes. We all do.’
‘But this virus.’
‘You’ll be fine. It’s mostly affects older people. It’ll probably be just like having a cold.’
‘But one that can kill you.’
‘Only if you already have an illness.’
‘Like Grandad?’
‘Exactly. Which is why we’re not visiting him. In case we pass it on.’
‘But he’ll be okay?’
‘He’ll be fine. He’s self-isolating. And grandmother is looking after him.’
‘But if he gets it he’ll die?’
‘He’s not going to get it, dear.’
‘But …’
‘He’s not. Now wash your hands.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
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